"After a while at least not now, sir, if you please." The doctor made a gesture of disappointment. "Um-hum," he said grumly "the only man in New Orleans I would honor with an invitation! but all right; I'll go alone." He laughed a little at himself, and left Frowenfeld, if ever he should desire it, to make the acquaintance of his pretty neighbors as best he could.

I should say it was different from this place, but there are a good many ways of being different. Um-hum! I think I will talk with the discontented Guinea Hen before long, and I want you to see that the other fowls are listening when I do."

Andrews did not answer. Chrisfield sat silent with his eyes on the fire. "Well, Ah got him.... Gawd, it was easy," he said suddenly. "What do you mean?" "Ah got him, that's all."0000 "You mean...?" Chrisfield nodded. "Um-hum, in the Oregon forest," he said. Andrews said nothing. He felt suddenly very tired. He thought of men he had seen in attitudes of death.

"It's wonderful up here on the hill this evening," said Andrews, looking dreamily at the pale orange band of light where the sun had set. "Let's go down and get a bottle of wine." "Now yo're talkin'. Ah wonder if that girl's down there tonight." "Antoinette?" "Um-hum.... Boy, Ah'd lahk to have her all by ma-self some night."

At the moment I did not see the veiled tenderness of this speech, but thought of nothing better than to tell her that I was going no further up the river than Fort Leavenworth. "Um-hum!" she said. "Say, mister, mebbe that's yore wife back there in the kebbin in the middle of the boat?" "No, indeed. In fact I did not know there was any other lady on the boat besides yourself.

And by twelve o'clock we'll be in Richmond where they have good things to eat. So there you are all mapped out. Only now we'll have a belt supper." "A belt supper?" queried the child curiously, though her face brightened at the thought of any kind of supper, made out of belts or any other thing. "Um-hum," asseverated her father gravely. "See this is the way it's done."

That's so; 'twas always in a storm that it came." "Um-hum. And it always snored. Ho! ho! that IS funny! A ghost with a snore. Must have a cold in its head, I cal'late." "You wouldn't laugh if you'd heard it last night. And it didn't snore the first time. It said 'Oh, Lord, then." "Humph! so you said. Well, that does complicate things, I will give in.

Of course I'd like him to have curls, and to come from a nice family, and to be perfectly sound and healthy, and to have no bad habits such as eating plastering or having adenoids. I want a bright, attractive child with a sweet disposition so that I can raise him up for the ministry." "Um-hum!" mused Dr. Weston. "I'll see what we have to offer in the way of angels.

Captain Obed thought it time to repeat his first question. "Where's Miss Emily?" he asked. "She's in the livin'-room." "Is is anybody with her?" Imogene nodded. "Um-hum," she said gleefully, "he's there, too." "Who?" The captain and Thankful spoke in concert. "Mr. John Kendrick. I let him in and I didn't tell her who it was at all. She didn't know till she went in herself and found him.

He turned abruptly, went to his desk, and, sitting down half-hidden by it, took up an open letter. "I bought that coffee, Sam," he said, rising again and moving farther away. "Um-hum," said Sam; and all was still. Richling stood expecting every instant to turn on the next and go. Yet he went not. Under the dusty front windows of the counting-room the street was roaring below.