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The father looked with fond perplexity at the strong young shoulders swinging silently with his own, forward and backward in slow, monotonous strokes, and said again: "Well? Whass matter? Look like cat got yo' tongue. Makin' new mash-in?" Then in a low dissatisfied tone "I reckon somet'in' mighty curious." He repeated the last three words in the Acadian speech: "Tcheuque-chose bien tchurieux."

Miss Trimble's right eye flashed about the room like a searchlight, but she kept the other hypnotically on her companion's face. "Whass trouble?" The right eye rested for a moment on a magnificent Corot over the mantelpiece, and she snifted again. "Not s'prised y'have trouble. All rich people 've trouble. Noth' t'do with their time 'cept get 'nto trouble."

It brings immigration." "Whass dat 'migrash'n?" The surveyor explained. The next time St. Pierre came to Grande Pointe to sell some fish he came armed with two great words for the final overthrow of all opponents of enlightenment: "Rellroad! 'Migrash'n!" They had a profound and immediate effect exactly the opposite of what he had expected.

"What business is it of yours or your Blackland darkies what I do with my woods?" "Why, thass jess it! Whass nobody's business is ev'ybody's business, you know." March smiled and moved toward Fair. "I've no time to talk with you now, Leggett." "Oh! no, seh, I knowed you wouldn't have.

O yass, whass de diff'ence 'twix' de busy blacksmiff an' de loss calf? Ans' me dat, seh! Folks say C'nelius Leggett a pow'ful smaht maan! How I gwine to know he a smaht maan ef he cayn't evm ans' a riddle-diddle-dee?" "I kin ans' it! I's ans'ed bushels an' ba'ls o' riddles! Now that riddle is estremely simple, an' dis is de inte'p'etation thereof!

Jus' look at me, I ask you. Fine 'dustriss young business man. Look whass happen' to me! Fine!" He lifted his hand from the sustaining chair in a deplorable gesture, and, immediately losing his balance, fell across the chair and caromed to the floor with a crash, remaining prostrate for several minutes, during which Sheridan did not relax his apparent attention to the newspaper.