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I commenced to laff, but the next minute the woman come for me and hugged me, too. "''Fectionate old gal, says Hammond, grinning. "The critter in the calirco gown was going through the craziest pantomime ever was; p'intin' off to sea and then down to deck and then up to the sails. I didn't catch on for a minute, but Hammond did. Says he: "'Showing us w'ere this 'ere palatial yacht come from.
We had an old servant at Knock, and one day a friend came to lunch and she says to Bridgie, `That's a fine, handsome young lady! `She is, says Bridgie. `She's just come out! `Out of w'ere? says Molly, staring." Pixie darted a quick glance round the box to enjoy the general appreciation of her joke, then gave a low chuckle of satisfaction. "Ye'll never guess what I'm doing!"
"Thirkle here?" asked Long Jim. "W'ere be ye, Thirkle?" "Standing by," was the whispered reply. "Shoot if they come down, but keep still a minute. Fire up before they have a chance to drop on you, and stand clear, with the gun around the bulkhead at that side, while I let go at them from this side." "Below thar!" called Harris down the scuttle.
"Ah! `that's just w'ere the shoe pinches' as a old gen'leman shouted to me t'other day, with a whack of his umbreller, w'en I scrubbed 'is corns too hard. `Right you are, old stumps, says I, `but you'll have to pay tuppence farden hextra for that there whack, or be took up for assault an' battery. D'you know that gen'leman larfed, he did, like a 'iaena, an' paid the tuppence down like a man.
Toes!" an' all 'long that toe line yeh can git the same call to the brain. This keeps father quiet a long time, then sez 'e, 'I say, doctor, is ther' many of them nerves? ''Undreds of 'em. 'Hevery part of the body got nerves? 'Yes. 'Hankles? calves? shins? 'Yes, all got nerves. 'Well, doctor, sez father, quite triumphant, 'w'en yeh cut through hankles, shins, an' heverythin', all them nerves begin to shout, don't they? 'Yes, sez the doctor, not seein' w'ere father was at.
An' then I never seen any person's face look so sad. But she begun tellin' me right off w'at a fine place the kid was at, an' how the theayter wasn't no place for a chile. An' she says, 'Bert, I wan' him to stay w'ere he's happy an' safe, she says. 'Even if I nev' see him again, she says. Well, it give me the shivers then. Psychic, I guess." Bert paused, staring into space. "And then?"
Seems like he hung aroun' the porch er porticker, er whatever it is over here, watchin' you w'en you wuz inside. I don't know his game, but he's th' guy. An' I know w'ere he is now." "The dickens you do! You infernal little scoundrel, take me there at once. Good Lord, Turk, I've got to catch him. These people will laugh at me for a month if I don't. Are you sure he is Courant? How do you know?
Jimmy was thirteen and small for his age, and he could not remember any such times as his mother told him about. Although he said with great pride to his partner and rival, Blinky Scott, "Chee, Blink, you ought to hear my ol' lady talk about de times dey have down w'ere we come from at Christmas; N'Yoick ain't in it wid dem, you kin jist bet."
"They go to move herd some place," shrugged the Mexican. "W'ere, I don' know." Stratton ate his meal of beef, bread, and warmed-over coffee in silence and then returned to the bunk-house, vaguely dissatisfied at the idle afternoon which stretched before him.
Often had Mrs Marrot heard her husband talk of tyres and driving-wheels, and many a time had she seen these wheels whirling, half-concealed, in their appropriate places, but never till that day had she seen the iron hoop, eight feet in diameter, elevated in bare simplicity on a turning-lathe, where its size impressed her so much that she declared, "she never could 'ave imagined engine-wheels was so big," and asked, "'ow did they ever manage to get 'em lifted up to w'ere they was?"
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