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"Oh, I don't know. Some day I'll learn, I guess," sighed Fatty Ben Rusk, who knew perfectly that with a doctor father, a religious mother, and an effeminate taste for reading he could never be a town sport. "Hey! watch out!" shrieked Eddie. "Wh-what's the matter?" gasped Fatty. "The floor 's falling on you!" "Th th Aw, say, you're kidding me," said Fatty, weakly, with a propitiating smile.
Cynthia herself could not have explained why she lingered. Suddenly he shot a question at her. "Where be you goin'?" "To Brampton, to get Miss Lucretia to change this book," and she held it up from her lap. It was a very large book. "Wh-what's it about," he demanded. "Napoleon Bonaparte." "Who was be?" "He was a very strong man.
Tweet turned and looked at Hiram's red face in mild surprise. "Wh-what's wrong with you?" he queried. "Nothin'" sheepishly. "Well, I'll be dog-goned if I don't believe you're gun shy on the female question!" was Tweet's conviction. "These frisky Frisco pullets goin' to your head, Hooker. A little paint and a little powder and a frowsy topknot seems to sorta touched some new funny bone in you, eh?
Again her skin grew faintly pink. "Good business! Go to it! Every little bit helps. Well, congratulations, Lucy. So long! C'm on, Hiram." "Thanks." Lucy laughed, and went into her little room. Hiram sighed boyishly, upset the toothpick holder at his elbow, and fled in Mr. Tweet's wake. "Pretty nifty little kid," Tweet remarked, as Hiram joined him. "You know her wh-what's her name?"
"Come to, Jeff, and tell me what I want to know," said Captain Rayburn, smiling at his nephew in the dim white light from the candle. Jeff raised himself on his pillow. "Wh-what's up?" he grunted, blinking like an owl. "Nothing serious. What was Charlotte going to do with her colour drawings? Show them to some wall-paper manufacturers?" "What er yes no. What do you know about it?"
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