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One was wearin' one o' them coal-scuttle helmets, t'other a little flat cap with a shiny peak. And the Captain here was a-pointin' at our lines and a-wavin' his hand about like he was a-tellin' the two Fritzes all about it, and the chap in the coal-scuttle hat was a-writin' it all down in a book." Barling paused. He was rather flushed and his eyes burned brightly in his weather-beaten face.
"Well, that helps some," says I. "One that Mother approves of, I'll bet." "Why," says Vincent, his chin droppin', "I am sure she will like her when when she sees her." "Let's see, Vincent," says I, "you're all of nineteen, ain't you?" "Nearly twenty," says he. "How we do come along!" says I. "Why, when you took my old place on the gate you was still wearin' knickers, wasn't you?
"Wear tights, sonny? Calc'late she wore tights?" "Sure. She told me. She said to me it wasn't wearin' tights that done harm, and she could be jest as good in tights as wearin' a fur coat if her heart wasn't bad. That's what she said. Yes, sir, she said she wouldn't wear nothin' if it had to be done to git me medicine." "Um!... What's this here sister's name?" "Eva Hopkins."
'G'way fum yer, Dave, says I. 'Yer ain' wearin' no ham no mo'; try en fergit 'bout dat; 't ain' gwine ter do yer no good fer ter 'member it. "Look a-yer, Julius, sezee, 'kin yer keep a secret? "'Co'se I kin, Dave, says I. 'I doan go roun' tellin' people w'at yuther folks says ter me. "'Kin I trus' yer, Julius? Will yer cross yo' heart? "I cross' my heart.
And right in the midst of them rosy reflections the door to the private office swings open abrupt and in pads a stout old party wearin' a generous-built pongee suit and a high-crowned Panama. Also there's something familiar about the bushy eyebrows and the lima bean ears. It's Old Hickory himself. I chokes down a gasp and straightens up. "Gee, Mr.
"You have one of the new ones," suggested Toby by way of compromise, "and with the suit you has 'twill make two. I'll be havin' the other two suits of new uns, and we'll both be wearin' the old uns if we needs un till you gets new." "All right, I'll go you on that," agreed Charley. "That's a good way to fix it.
"So is men," sez Bill; "an' besides, this ain't no bulldog, this is a London brindle bull-terrier, an' a crackerjack. Look at the brass collar he's wearin'. This is ain't no stray. I'll telegraph ahead an' see if they want him expressed."
Francis Anthony, the 'Igh Church clergyman at Riversford, he not bein' married, though myself I should say there worn't no chance for 'er, bein' frightful skinny an' a bit off in 'er looks an' Miss Christina she do still play at bein' a baby like, she's the youngest, an' over forty, yet quite a giddy in 'er way, wearin' ribbins round her waist, an' if 'twarn't for 'er cheeks droppin' in long like, she wouldn't look so bad, but they're all that proud "
I got three toes frostbit oncet durin' a cold spell, wearin' them kind of shoes. But here the other week I found myself able to buy me some red-top boots with brass toes on 'em. So I had 'em made to order and I'm wearin' 'em now. I wear 'em reg'lar even ef it is summertime. I take a heap of pleasure out of 'em. And, also, all my life long I've been wantin' to go to a circus.
"Your imprudence is wearin' me away so that I sha'n't be worth five dollars a week to any circus," she said, impatiently, at the same time coming toward the candy stand quite as rapidly as her very great size would admit. "This is my wife Lilly Mrs. Treat," said the skeleton, with a proud wave of his hand, as he rose from his seat and gazed admiringly at her. "This is my flower my queen, Mr. Mr.
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