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This was addressed to the driver, who muttered something, about the heavy roads, in reply, tossed his hat into a chair on the porch, and with an independent and half-defiant air, walked into the house and took his seat at the supper table. "'Tisn't the first time Sam's supped at my house," said the landlord, bowing and inviting the stranger to walk in. "You'll walk in, sir, won't you?
"Yes, come here, Snoop!" added Flossie, as she walked along with her brother. "'Tisn't Snoop, and you mustn't call him that name," ordered Freddie. "Well, he looks like Snoop," declared Flossie. "But if that isn't his name he won't like to be called by it, no more than if I called you Susie when your name's Flossie," went on the little boy. "Do you s'pose cats know their names?" asked Flossie.
"Oh, come," she said. "Of course you dance?" De Forest gave a shudder. "My dear young lady! no sane man ever dances. But pray do not let me detain you. Where your heart is, there would your feet be also." He dropped her arm as he spoke. Bell shrugged her shoulders and put her arm back in his. "'Tisn't fair to abandon you so soon after bringing you here.
"Pretty piece of business!" said Mrs. Kinalden, as he left the house; "tisn't any beggars' brats I'll have tracking the dirt up my stair-ways, I'll warrant ye!" and she flourished her soup-ladle as if in defiance of all such encroaches upon her blessed domain. Mr. Bond didn't hear nor see it, though, for his elastic step was away down the street, and if he had he would have thought it only Mrs.
Mudge rose with some difficulty, steadied himself on his feet, and approaching his wife, whispered in a tragic tone, "Mrs. Mudge, I've seen a sperrit." "It's plain enough that you've seen spirit," retorted his wife. "'Tisn't many nights that you don't, for that matter. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mudge."
The scouting party was piled with parcels up to its round eyes and from the parcels issued an odour so delicious that the doctor's depression vanished. "Good hunting, eh?" "Prime, sir. 'Tisn't store stuff, either!
"'Tisn't easy to climb straight out o' the water and board a lugger not at the best of times, when you've only yourself to look after; and the Maid in Two Minds had no accommodation-ladder hung out . . . But, as luck would have it, they'd downed sail anyhow and, among other things, left the out-haul of the mizen danglin' slack and close to the water.
"I haven't got no other one as I ever heerd on. My uncle's Jim Whiteside, an' soom folks call'n me Sally Whiteside, an' then he gets mad an' says 'tisn't none o' my name. An' soom folks call'n me 'Cockle Sally. Aye, that's what they call'n me mostly." Dickinson looked at her disapprovingly.
"It's lightning, and maybe it'll set our boat on fire, and then we can't go to Cousin Tom's an' dig for gold! So there!" Mr. Bunker, who was opening a valise in one corner of the room, getting out the boys' pajamas for the night, had not seen the light shining in the window, but had seen the glare of it on the wall. "'Tisn't lightning at all!" declared Russ again.
"I've been " began Joel, glad enough to hop in; "why, where " as his black eyes fell on the boy in the corner. Frick had tried to swarm all over him, but Joel put out an unsteady hand. "I came to tell," said the boy, seeing he was expected to say something. "Oh, don't," cried Joel involuntarily; "'tisn't any matter; I don't care."
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