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Undt uff he iss onnust he iss a berfect tressure, undt uff he aint a berfect tressure," he smiled anew and tendered his capacious hat to his listener, "you yoost kin take tiss, Toctor, undt kip udt undt vare udt! Toctor, I vish you a merrah Chris'mus!" The merry day went by. The new year, 1858, set in. Everything gathered momentum. There was a panic and a crash.
One evening, after he had done many tricks that day, when Squinty found the door of his pen part way open, he just pushed it the rest of the way with his strong nose, and out he walked! No one saw him. "Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, looking about, "I guess I'll go take a walk by myself. I may find something good to eat." Out of the pen he went.
And regard the bunch of lombardies in this other picture. They look like umbrellas upside down in a silly wash-basin. Uff! It's terrible. Affreux! Don't act as though you liked them. You really needn't, you know. Can't you see now that they're hideously out of drawing?" Mr.
But when, two or three hours later, the same vehicle came, tipping somewhat sidewise against the sidewalk at the Charity Hospital gate, and the Doctor stepped from it, there stood Reisen in waiting. "Toctor," he said, approaching and touching his hat, "I like to see you a minudt, uff you bleace, shtrict prifut." They moved slowly down the unfrequented sidewalk, along the garden wall.
So the next time he started for the juicy apple, and the rope was pulled up in front of him, Squinty gave a little spring, and over the rope he went, jumping with all four legs, coming down on the other side, like a circus man jumping over the elephant's back. "Oh, fine! Good!" cried the boy, clapping his hands. "Squinty has learned to do another trick!" "Uff!
The old ones laid their heads together. "Uff," said the swine, "uff! the finery is past! the twittering of the birds is past! we will have fruit! whatever can be eaten is good, and we eat everything!" "Oui! oui!" said they altogether. But the mother sow looked at her little pig with the curly tail. "One must not, however, forget the beautiful!" said she.
I'd promised Jane not to answer 'im back, but it got a bit TOO thick. I I give it 'im..." Mr. Brisher, by means of enigmatical facework, tried to make me think he had had the best of that argument, but I knew better. "I went out in a 'uff at last. But not before I was pretty sure I 'ad to lift that treasure by myself.
It isn't like they've enclosed us in a cage or anything like that. What's to stop us from simply slipping out between two of them and walking away?" "Ahh am," came a rumbling voice. "Ahh am ze vatchman uff ze Land Sharks. But chew do have a point. Ve cannot eat glass. Ve can break it, but ve can't eat it. Chew are uff no value to us. Ve vill only be able to eat ze meat creatchures.
The Forest Monster is already bigger than the lot of you, and he will come for you sooner or later if you don't let us stop him!" "Vorest Monzter?" echoed the great shark. "That's what I said," replied Lisa angrily. "Chust vat iss ze Vorest Monzter made uff?" asked the shark. "Er, I don't know. Whatever monsters are usually made of," answered the female owl. "Flesh and blood, I guess."
Uff!" grunted Squinty, as he chewed the apple. "So that's another trick, is it?" Bob, the boy who had bought Squinty, the comical pig, laughed and clapped his hands. His two sisters, who were playing with their dolls in the shade of an evergreen tree, heard their brother, and one of them called out: "What is it, Bob? What is it?" "Oh, come and see my pig do a trick!" answered the boy.
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