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"It's a dumbed shame, Jabez! an' I needed that flour like tunket," said Timothy Lakeby, the storekeeper. "Huh!" grunted the miller. "'Tain't nothin' out o' your pocket, Tim." "But my customers air wantin' it." "You lemme hev your boat, an' a boy to bring it back, an' we'll go right hum an' load ye up some more flour," groaned the miller. "That dratted Ben will be back by thet time, I fancy.
"Hi tunket! Listen to that ditty, will ye?" "'I wish't I was a rock A-settin' on a hill, A-doin' nothin' all day long But jest a-settin' still," roared Walky, who was letting the patient Josephus take his own gait up Hillside Avenue. "For the Good Land o' Goshen!" cried Aunt 'Mira. "What's the matter o' that feller? Has he taken leave of his senses, a-makin' of the night higeous in that-a-way?
"'What in tunket do we want to drown for? Ain't we got a good sailin' breeze and the whole bay to stay on top of fifty foot of water and more? "'Fifty foot! he yells. 'Is there fifty foot of water underneath us now? Pard, you don't mean it! "'Course I mean it. Good thing, too! "'But fifty foot! It's enough to drown in ten times over! "'Can't drown but once, can you?
"Marty," she said to him, with some solemnity, "if you saw that through the Elder's coming there and your entertaining him a bit, the institution would in the end be vastly benefited, wouldn't you be glad to play the goat?" Marty's eyes snapped at her. He drew a long breath, and exclaimed: "Hi tunket! You don't mean that you've got the old Elder 'on the string' for us, Janice?"
Lettin' sech a story as this git all over town. By jiminy! if I was Mr. Haley, I'd sue ye!" "But what are we goin' ter do, Jason?" demanded Cross Moore. "Sit here an' twiddle our thumbs, and let that feller 't owns the coins come down on us for their value?" "You'll have to make good to him anyway," said Mr. Day, bluntly. "You four air responserble." "Hi tunket!" exploded Joe Pellet.
"Nev' mind," grunted his father. "There'll be a change before next Fall." "There'd better be or I don't go back for my last year at school. Now, you can bet on that!" cried Marty, belligerently. "Hi tunket! I'd jest as soon be taught by an old maid after all as Adams." Differently expressed, the whole town seemed of a mind regarding the school and the failure of Mr. Adams.
"They did it for a joke," he added. "Boys' trick? Joke?" queried Mr. Mason. "Pretty queer sort of a joke, I think. They ought to be arrested." "Oh, I fancy I gave them what was coming to them," went on the young inventor. "Did they try to blow ye up, too?" asked Mr. Hertford. "What in th' name of Tunket was that blue light, and that explosion? I heard it an' saw it way over to my house."
And then Well, I've found out you've made little Lottie Drugg promise not to come down this way 'niess somebody's with her. 'Fraid she'll fall in here, too, I s'pose " "Well, she might," said Janice, firmly. "She won't have no chance," growled Mr. Moore, but with twinkling eyes in spite of his gruffness. "Hi tunket! I'll build a railing along here that'll hold up an elephunt."
"You tell us plain what Mr. Haley's done." "Ain't done nothin', of course. But they say he has," Marty stoutly maintained. "Then what do they accuse him of?" queried Mr. Day. "They accuse him of stealin'! Hi tunket! ain't that the meanest thing ye ever heard?" cried the boy. "Nelson Haley, stealin'. It gets me for fair!" "Why why I can't believe it!"
But four hundred dollars is a lot of money for any man ter lose." Nelson was very serious, however. He said to Janice: "You see now, can't you, why I can not teach any longer? I should not have done it this past week. I shall ask for my release. It is neither wise, nor right for a person accused of robbery to teach school in the community." "Oh, Nelson!" gasped the girl despairing. "Hi tunket!
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