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Pinkey looked at him thoughtfully and changed the subject. "I see you're playin' a tune on the washboard." Wallie replied stiffly: "Yes, I'm doing a little laundry." Pinkey's criticism of the cake still rankled. "You ain't washin' that blue shirt a'ready?" Pinkey demanded, incredulously. "You only bought it Thanksgivin'."
His broad features became broader still, as a huge, red hand was reached out. I saw it close lingeringly over the box, and then Mr. Cooke had struck a match. The chief stepped over the washboard onto the handsome turkey-red cushions on the seats, and thus he came face to face with me. "Holy fathers!" he exclaimed. "Is it you who are here, Mr. Crocker?" And he pulled off his cap.
His broad features became broader still, as a huge, red hand was reached out. I saw it close lingeringly over the box, and then Mr. Cooke had struck a match. The chief stepped over the washboard onto the handsome turkey-red cushions on the seats, and thus he came face to face with me. "Holy fathers!" he exclaimed. "Is it you who are here, Mr. Crocker?" And he pulled off his cap.
She only has it a couple of years, and the last time she used it was when she washed out my Sunday shirt and her black skirt with the red things on it you know the one?" "I do not," said the Philosopher. "Well, anyhow, the washboard is gone, and my wife says it was either taken by the fairies or by Bessie Hannigan you know Bessie Hannigan? She has whiskers like a goat and a lame leg!"
All the baggage I carried was a package made up of the two clocks and a small thermometer made of a piece of old washboard, all three tied together, with no covering or case of any sort, the whole looking like one very complicated machine. The aching parting from mother and my sisters was, of course, hard to bear.
First the back takes the click of the whip like a damned washboard, and you see the ridges rise and go purple and red, and the man has his breath knocked clean out of him with every blow. Nearly every stroke takes off the skin and draws the blood, and a dozen will make the back a ditch of murder. Then the whipper stops, looks at the lashes, feels them tender like, and out and down it comes again.
Yet they say these geysers has been running for years and no let-up. Ain't it funny the things you see, away from home? "I like to ride along these roads up in the mountains, and look down at the rivers. You get way up above a river and it looks like a long washboard, down below, here in the mountains. And I'll have to say the roads is crooked.
He makes two great sheets of water rise and fall. Probably all these fish leap to shake off the remoras. A remora is a parasite, a queer little fish, pale in color, because he probably lives inside the gills of the fish he preys upon, with the suckers on top of his head, arranged in a shield, ribbed like a washboard. This little fish is as mysterious as any creature of the sea.
This lack does not prevent them, however, by their unceasing fertility from producing the Americans of to-morrow. Of the more immediate conditions surrounding child-birth, we are presented with this evidence, given by one woman concerning the birth of her last child: On five o'clock on Wednesday evening she went to her sister's house to return a washboard, after finishing a day's washing.
It was easy to see that some other touch besides that of the colonel and his faithful man-of-all-work had left its impress in the bachelor apartment. There was a general air of order apparent. The irregular line of foot gear which decorated the washboard of one wall, beginning with a pair of worsted slippers and ending with a wooden bootjack, was gone.
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