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All of which don't escape Miss Buell. Her ears are up and her eyes wide open. "What is it?" she asks. "If I could have a few words in private with you, Mr. Robert," says I, "maybe it would be " "Nonsense!" says he. "Out with it." "Just as you like," says I. "Only, she's brought the kids with her this time. She says how she wants her Robert back." "Wha-a-at!" he gasps.
Lynn's swift imagination saw themselves borne joyously off to the loved waterfall; she felt the very water of the cool delicious pools on her hot feet. But Pauline, with a look of absolute tragedy on her fair little face, banged the gate and kept her brothers and sisters on the hither side of it. "We're contagious," she shouted. "Wha-a-at?" said the lady.
"No," says the clerk; "he said he wasn't. Took his bag, too." "Wha-a-at!" I gasps. "He he ain't gone for good, has he?" "So it seems," says the clerk, and steps back to continue his chat with the snub-nosed young lady at the 'phone exchange. How was that for an early mornin' bump? What was the idea, anyway? Rupert had found a prospective backer, hadn't he? And was bein' taken care of.
Then perhaps you can tell me who he left that boy of his with when he went West?" "Why, yes," says Dorsett, smilin' fidgety. "He er the fact is, he left him with me." "With you, eh?" says Ballard. "I might have guessed as much. Well, Sir, where's the boy now?" "Wha-a-at?" gasps Dorsett, lookin' from me to Mr. Ballard. "Where, did you say?" "Yes, Sir," comes back Ballard snappy. "Where?"
"Anywhere in the State or I can get a Connecticut or New Jersey license. It shall be wherever you decide." "Wha-a-at?" says I. Mr. Robert chuckles. "As best man," he goes on, "we appoint you general manager of the whole affair; don't we, Elsa?" She nods, smilin'. "With full powers," says she. "We'll motor out somewhere," adds Mr. Robert.
There's tips, you know, sir, and quite a little one can pick up commissions from the stores, selling second-hand clothes and shoes, and so on. So when Cousin Mabel had this chance to buy out the Madame Ritz Beauty Parlors, where she'd been forelady for so long, I could furnish half the capital and go in as a silent partner." "Wha-a-at?" says Ham, his eyes bugged.
You can have your dunnage sent over later by team. In the evenin' we'll have a shore chaplain come 'round an' make the splice." "Cap'n Bean," replied the rotund Stashia, "we won't do any of them things, not one." "Wha-a-at!" gasped the Captain. "Have you ever been married, Cap'n Bean?" "N-n-no, my dear." "Well, I have, and I guess I know how it ought to be done.
She's just tryin' to haul off one of his shoes when 'Ikky-boy cuts loose with the rough motions, fists and feet both in action, until she has to straighten up to save her hat and her hair. "Dess one 'ittle toe-tiss?" she begs. "Say," demands 'Ikky-boy, pushin' her face away fretful, "where oo get 'at stuff?" "Wha-a-at?" gasps Mrs. Butt.
Why, he ain't even wise to what you want him to do it for. All he knows is that it's crooked, and he renigs on a general proposition. And, say, when a man's as straight as that, with the workhouse starin' him in the face, he's too valuable to lose, ain't he?" "Wha-a-at?" gurgles Old Hickory.
Robert has to drift along and complicate matters by joshin' brother-in-law a little. "Congratulations on your substitute, Ferdie," says he. "Where did he come from?" Which brings a ruddy tint into Ferdie's ears. "Ask Marjorie," says he. "I'm sure he's an utter stranger to me." "Wha-a-at?" says Mr.
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