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"I dug out one cubic yard in forty minutes, Uncle Joe, but we could do much better with a team of horses and a plow and scoop. Allowing thirty cents per hour, the ditch would cost eight hundred and forty dollars." "Whee," said his uncle, "more than we could ever afford to pay, Bob, I'm afraid, even though Mr. White is in favor of it and agreed to-day to loan me whatever it would cost."
Some of the consequences of his mischievous prank were to be immediate, others more remote. "Humph! But that did sound just like a window breaking," Tom chuckled as he slowed down to a walk. "Whee! I'd like to show that one to Dick Prescott. I wonder if he is up yet?"
"Wherever do you suppose he came from, Paul?" asked Eben. "Say, didn't you hear him say St. Louis?" demanded Seth. "Better take some of that wax out of your ears, Eben." "Whee! that's a pretty good ways off, seems to me," the bugler remarked, shaking his head, as though he found the story hard to believe. "Why, that's nothing to brag of," Seth assured him. "They have big balloon races from St.
Fits is telephoning the news to the home folks that we're all safe here, and as snug and comfortable as can be," Dick interposed. "Whee! But our folks must be worried about us. They'll never let us go camping again in winter." "Oh, I don't know about that," argued Dave.
"One thing I'm hoping won't happen, at any rate while we're up here," Toby now went on to say, reflectively; "and that is to have the woods get afire. Whee! if that ever did happen, goodbye to Miss Priscilla's gold mine, in the way of an oil gusher bonanza; for the whole country might get ablaze." "Not much danger of that, I guess," Jack assured him.
An interval of perhaps a second's silence, then a faint moaning, a crescendo wail, the whirr and rush of a snarling, shrieking skyrocket overhead, and a crash, like all the thunders of the universe rolled into one, when the shell struck, followed by the roar of falling brick as a neighboring house came pouring into the street. "Whee.....wheee.....Hi.....HIOU UIOUW," we heard.
"But I am not fool enough to think I am the only one. There are others." "Well, they are not freshmen, and I'll tell you that." "I don't know about that." "I do." "All right. Have it as you like it." "And you batted like a fiend. Twice at bat and two hits a two-bagger and a three-bagger." "A single and a three-bagger, if you please." "Well, what's the matter with that? Whee jiz mean jee whiz!
But, no sooner had he spoken than a big wave rolled, splish-splash-splosh, right up the shore of the pond, which was rather sandy, and it sprayed itself over the toes of Buddy and Brighteyes the wave splashed, you understand not the sand, of course. "Whee!" cried Buddy, all excited-like. "There's a wave!"
He was the robin whose chief shouting-place was the hawthorn bush in the lane. John and Elizabeth had so named him because he always made such a noise, leaping about and calling "Hi, Hi! Whee! Whoo Hoo!" in a most rowdy manner indeed.
Here he was joined by Eph Somers, who, in his naval uniform, did not forget to salute before accosting the commanding officer of the U.S.S. "Sudbury." "I'm really beginning to feel that I'm not dreaming," confided Eph, almost in a whisper. "Whee! but it's fine to be out on a craft so big that you don't get a cramp in your leg from walking!
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