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"Are you often taken this way?" "Never before, by Jing! That's what's so queer. Mebbee I pitched on my head. Mebbee I'm delirious." "Mebbee you always were half-baked. Looks like it, I must say. Give me the case." "Any more sisters, Bud? I reckon not. The mould must ha' been broke when Miss Sadie was born. One'll make trouble enough for we men. Is there another, Bud?" "No."
"Charlotte." "What is it?" "Why couldn't you go somewhere else to get married? What's the need of his comin' here, if he's been ordered out, and he's said he wouldn't?" "That's just the letter of it," returned Charlotte, scornfully. "Do you suppose he could cheat himself that way, or I'd have him if he could?
"Not ef I knows what's good fur me!" protested Tom, with a great horse-laugh. "What ails ye, boy? Ye talk like ye war teched in the head!" "I went ter say ez Alf Coggin air thar waitin' fur ye," Jim began again, nodding his slandered head with great solemnity, "an' tole me ter tell ye ter kem thar quick."
"What's the matter now?" and Parsons looked over his shoulder, but neither he nor his partner reined in their steeds. "Are you buyin' this rifle? or are you makin' believe so's to give me the ten dollars?" "S'posen we was makin' believe?" "Why then I wouldn't take the money, 'cause I ain't out begging." "Don't fret yourself, my son.
'What's to-day, my fine fellow? said Scrooge. 'To-day! replied the boy. 'Why, CHRISTMAS DAY. 'It's Christmas Day! said Scrooge to himself. 'I haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Hallo, my fine fellow! 'Hallo! returned the boy.
Lady Enid eagerly followed, and the Prophet was just about to close the door, when a dark, hovering figure that was pausing at a short distance off upon the pavement attracted his attention. He stopped short, and, perceiving that it was a policeman, beckoned to it. The figure approached. "What's up now?" it said familiarly, emphasising the question with a sharp contraction of the left eyelid.
It sounded so flat to boast abruptly, "I dined at the Catherwaights' last night"; while it seemed only natural to remark, "That reminds me of a story that novelist, what's his name, told at Mr. Catherwaight's," or "That English chap, who's been in Africa, was at the Catherwaights' the other night, and told me "
It is my belief that, given the necessary physical likeness, it was far easier to pretend to be King of Ruritania than it would have been to personate my next-door neighbour. One day Sapt came into my room. He threw me a letter, saying: "That's for you a woman's hand, I think. But I've some news for you first." "What's that?" "The King's at the Castle of Zenda," said he. "How do you know?"
They threaded their way through a maze of carts and circus paraphernalia, out to the edge of the grounds; past a line of small tents, used as the encampment of the performers, to a grove of maple trees skirting the field. "I say, Tim, what's up, anyway?" inquired Joe Warren presently. "You needn't think you can fool me " "Sh-h-h," warned Tim, turning and raising a hand to silence his companion.
You only have to be firm and you can get what's fair and right." A man rose up in the hall. "Is it true," he asked, "that Boulding's won't pay the advance? that they are going to close the doors to-morrow if we insist upon it?" "It is true," Mr. Docker answered. "Are you afraid of that?" The man hesitated.
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