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"He lets me read some of the plays that are sent in. Awful tosh most of them. Sometimes he sends me off to a vaudeville house of an evening." "As a treat?" "To see some special act, you know. To report on it. In case he might want to use it for this revue of his." "Which revue?" "Didn't you know he was going to put on a revue? Oh, rather. A whacking big affair.
His driver, swarthy, long-haired, and in sombrero, slouched at the side of the animal, whacking his haunches now and then, swearing at him in mongrel Spanish, to both of which the brute paid no more heed than to the tiny flies that nipped in vain at his armor-like hide.
"Hurry up, there!" admonished Just, already busy with chisel and hammer at the slender, flat box which lay upon the hall floor, in the centre of an interested group. He paused to glance up at his sister, where she had stopped upon the landing. "You act as if you didn't want to see what's in it," he remonstrated, whacking away vigorously.
Up and down, the whole length of the hall, strode the four Friends, whacking with their sticks at every head that showed itself; and in five minutes the room was cleared.
Besides, it's filled with straw, you know, so the vawses couldn't smash. He's just got it in this vacant store temporarily. You fellows have the first whack at it." "Well, let's get the whacking over with," suggested Andy. "I had all I wanted at Yale Field this afternoon." They came to a low, dingy building, at the side of which ran a black alley. "In here mind your steps!" warned Ikey.
There was a great din of whacking and hammering that morning. Red worked like a horse, now that he had company. A sudden thought struck him and he went into the house. "Mattie," said he. "Well, Will?" "I see a use for the rest of that nice big roast of beef I smell in the oven let's have all these fellers stay to dinner, and give 'em one good feed what do you say?" "Why, I'd like to.
This last announcement was greeted by a volley of shrill and joyful yowls from the younger cat pirates, but Growler, frowning, whispered in Rudolf's ear: "Don't you believe a word of that, about whacking up on the treasure! He'll never give up so much as a single shirt stud, he won't." "I would 'a' liked them pink pajamas, I would," sighed Prowler. "They'd just suit my dark complexion."
"As for me," I declared, "I shall eat fish every day of my life out of pure gratitude." "You'll do it out of pure necessity," Harry put in, "if you don't get busy." It took us three hours of whacking and slashing and tearing to pull the fish to pieces, but we worked with a purpose and a will.
Dashed weird his behaviour has been the last few days." "Such as?" murmured Mr. van Tuyl. "Well, the other morning I happened to be in his suite incidentally he wouldn't go above ten dollars, and I wanted twenty-five-and he suddenly picked up a whacking big paper-weight and bunged it for all he was worth." "At you?" "Not at me. That was the rummy part of it. At a mosquito on the wall, he said.
Vasili Andreevich swerved aside to pass the other sledge. In it sat three men and a woman, evidently visitors returning from a feast. One peasant was whacking the snow-covered croup of their little horse with a long switch, and the other two sitting in front waved their arms and shouted something. The woman, completely wrapped up and covered with snow, sat drowsing and bumping at the back.
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