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I'll never forget this while I live; and, Tim, there's a shilling for thee; but don't you go and spend it in Cape smoke; that is poison to whites, and destruction to blacks." "No, master," said Tim. "I shall buy much bread, and make my tomach tiff;" then, with a glance of reproach at the domestic caterer, Ucatella, "I almost never have my tomach tiff."
When Tommy learned that "distending" meant that his stomach was being stretched, he was delighted. "Gimme some more, Allie," he begged his sister. "Please do, Allie dear. I want to stwetch my 'tomach. It's never been big 'nough to hold all I want to eat." The interest of Laura and her close friends in the strange man with the broken leg did not lag.
He was certainly a dreadful-looking animal, but he had an enormous mouth, which Toddie caressed with his pudgy little hand, and kissed with tenderness, murmuring as he did so: "DEE old whay-al, I loves you. Is Jonah all goneded out of you 'tomach, whay-al? I finks 'twas weal mean in Djonah to get froed up when you hadn't noffin' else to eat, POOR old whay-al."
As for him, he bore it better than them, but it must have been eight days since a drop of liquid had passed his lips. "Golly, dat am bad," said Snowball in the galley that evening, when some of the hands gathered round the caboose to have a comfortable pipe and talk over the events of the day. "Dat orful bad, eight day widout grub or liquor! dis niggah not able 'tomach dat for sure!"
A pitiful scream from Toddie caused me to stop. "You're hurtin' my dee old whay-al; you's brakin' his 'tomach all open you's a baddy man 'TOP hurtin' my whay-al, ee ee ee," cried my nephew. "I'm not hurting him, Toddie," said I; "I'm making his mouth bigger, so he can swallow you easier." A bright thought came into Toddie's face and shone through his tears.
"Caramighty in a tap wurra all dis my tomach bruise home to my backbone like one pancake;" and, while the short fierce bark of the noble dog was blended with the agonized cry of the gatto del monte, the shrill treble of the poor porkers rose high above both, and mulo was galloping through the village with the post after him, like a dog with a pan at his tail, making the most unearthly noises; for it was neither bray nor neigh.
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