United States or Sierra Leone ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Did you notice how she held on to that high note when she'd clumb where she wanted to git? She's got breath enough to run a gristmill, that girl has! And how'd she come down, when she got good and ready to start? Why, she zig-zagged an' saw-toothed the whole way! It kind o' made my flesh creep!" "I guess part o' the trouble's with us country folks," Mrs.
"My Gawd!" said the man from prison again, as the darkness closed about them. "Why! that chap was as 'igh as a 'ouse." "That's them young Cossars," said his brother, jerking his head allusively "what all this trouble's about...." They emerged again to discover more siren-surmounted towers, more red huts, and then the clustering villas of the outer suburbs.
And he was not careful about getting wet, either, so that when Ted came back with his mother, who wanted to make sure that her baby boy was all right, they saw him out in the middle of the cove with Ted's boat. And the water was half way up to Trouble's waist, the lower part of his bloomers being soaked. "Oh, you dear bunch of Trouble!" cried his mother. "You mustn't do that!"
"I'll tell you what we'd better do," said Bob's mother. "Ted, you come with Bob and me. You know Trouble's ways, and where he would be most likely to go. Let Janet go with her father, and we'll go up and down the street, inquiring in all the houses we come to. Your little brother is sure to be near one of them." "That's a good idea," said Mr. Martin. "Jan, you come with me.
I could not understand him. It seemed to me that he was talking wildly. He filled his pipe and lighted it and sat upon the wall. "Now," said he, after he had taken a few puffs, "I'll tell you where the trouble's been with your well. People are always in too big a hurry in this world about all sorts of things as well as wells. I am a well-digger and I know all about them.
"You've done everything, Red. All the trouble's with me. I'm so pitiably weak so much weaker than I ever dreamed I could be. I can't seem to care whether I get out of this or not. All I want is to lie down and go to sleep and never wake up." The last words came under his breath, but Burns heard them.
"Ah! I know who y' are now; y' are a Methody, like Seth; he's tould me on you," said Lisbeth fretfully, her overpowering sense of pain returning, now her wonder was gone. "Ye'll make it out as trouble's a good thing, like HE allays does. But where's the use o' talkin' to me a-that'n?
Higgins began to dig at the stuff with his hands. "Cheer up!" he panted. "Get to bank trouble's over." They literally dug themselves forward for the rest of the way, the hideousness of their situation relieved only by the bank before their eyes and the hope of high ground held out by it.
"No wonder a woman lacking in fine scruples would covet him," thought Kate. To Nancy Ellen she said hastily: "The trouble's mine. Robert's on the platform." "Where?" demanded Nancy Ellen, peering from the window. Kate smiled as she walked from the car and confronted Robert. "Get it over quickly," she said. "It's Polly?" He nodded. "Did she remember to call on the Squire?" she asked.
"There's one other thing," said the consul. "I've been told a Miss Gloria Vanderrnan is on her way to the mission at Marash " "Gee whiz!" said Will. The consul nodded. "She's pretty, if that's what you mean. It was very unwise to let her go, escorted only by Armenians. Of course, she may get through without as much as suspecting trouble's brewing, but well I wish you'd look out for her."
Word Of The Day