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"But of all the odd things that ever I knew, the oddest is that you should so run counter to your own interests as to bring this to me." "My interests?" "Certainly. 'Twas your interest not to do anything which would send me courting Thomasin again, now she has accepted you or something like it. Mrs. Yeobright says you are to marry her. 'Tisn't true, then?" "Good Lord!
"I saw a boy coming up the street a while ago with a bundle of papers under his arm. I guess maybe he's your paper boy. I'm a hungry man " "I don't mean the newspaper," went on Russ, for the other little Bunkers were leaving the talking to him. "But did you bring back the real estate papers?" "The real estate papers?" murmured the tramp, looking around. "'Tisn't any riddle," added Laddie.
"Oh, you mustn't get sick," I protested. "'Twould never do. I'd fair die if you got sick!" "'Tisn't sickness; 'tis I'm not knowin' what." "Ah, come," I pleaded; "what is it, dear?" "Davy, lad," she faltered, "I'm just dreadful happy." "Happy?" cried I, scornfully. "'Tis not happiness! Why, sure, your lip is curlin' with grief!" "But I was happy." "You isn't happy now, my girl."
"This is mine," and Dotty went back to the jewellery counter and pointed out a silver-gilt vanity-case. "Well, of all ridiculous things!" cried Tod; "you might as well have let the fishermen keep your money!" "'Tisn't ridiculous at all!" Dotty retorted. "Mother told me I could get exactly what I wanted, and I want this dreadfully. I've wanted one for a long time.
Pepper, as the most decisive thing; "and we must have it; and then wait for it." "Tisn't pleasant up at the Peterses," grumbled Joel, taking the parcel and moving slowly off. "No, no, Polly," said Mrs.
"And will I be havin' a bank, too, like the Gineral?" he asked. His mother looked at him. "There you go again, Jim," she said. "And sure how can I tell whether you'll have a bank or not? 'Tisn't all the good foightin' men as has banks. But you might try for it.
Having procured that attention which was admitted to be the great object, more by the strength of his lungs than his argument, one of the company, who was dignified by the title of colonel, spoke out for the rest. "I say, boys 'tisn't of any use, I reckon, for everybody to speak about what everybody knows. One speaker's quite enough in this here matter before us.
'Tisn't often you can look down at old Principle from such a superior height." "We want to ask you if we may send Rob down to you for you to teach him to read," said Roy, eagerly. "And why have not two idle boys more time than a busy shopkeeper to do such a thing?" demanded the old man. "Oh, well, you see," explained Roy, confusedly; "grown-up people know how to teach, and boys don't.
"I said A," repeated Prudy, with emphasis, "only just A." "Why, 'tisn't A nothing is it?" "Dear me," thought Prudy, "I don't see how folks do keep school. I'm getting just as hungry and cross!" When Dotty had learned A so well that she knew it at a glance, her teacher proceeded to the next letter, which stood on the block for a bat.
Perhaps she would leave it behind her in her sleep. Out-of-doors suddenly a new sound rose shrill above the crickets and the frogs. It was the Enemy singing "Glory, glory, hallelujah." That was the last straw. Margaret writhed deeper into the pillows. She knew what the rest of it was "Glory, glory, hallelujah, 'tisn't me! My soul goes marching on!" She was out there singing that a-purpose!
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