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She watched Margaret Howes and Elinor till they turned into the screened entrance to the portrait room; then she turned to Patricia with easy friendliness. "You're fresh meat, aren't you?" she asked with a grin that widened her full mouth to a line. "When'd you come?" Patricia gave her the brief outlines of her enrolment, and she nodded approvingly.
And then, coming through the forecastle, some one spoke to me from a bunk and he says: "When'd you drop in, Tommy?" and I stopped, and stared, and pretty soon I made him out. It was Julius R. Craney. He certainly was sick. He said he had shipped with Rickhart from New York, to go to California and make his fortune, but thought now he wouldn't live so far.
"What do you think of this town?" pursues the newspaper man. "Think of this town? Think? Say, I ain't thinking. I don't think anything of it. I'm just looking at it, see? A stranger don't ever think, now, does he? There, that's one for you." "When'd you come here?" "When'd I come here? When? Well, I come here this noon. On the noon train. Say, don't make me gabby. I never gab any."
The young man looked up. His face flashed into a broad smile. "Hello! Brad Talcott, by thunder! Well, well. When'd you get back?" "Last night. Yours?" he inquired, nodding toward the children. "Yep. Well, how are you, old man? You look well. Couldn't fool me with that beard. Come in and sit down, won't yeh?" "No, I'm on my way to church. Can't you come?"
I've gained two days on them already pick them up on the next run. 'Reckon they'll show spunk? asked Belden, in order to keep up the conversation, for Malemute Kid already had the coffeepot on and was busily frying bacon and moose meat. The stranger significantly tapped his revolvers. 'When'd yeh leave Dawson? 'Twelve o'clock. 'Last night? as a matter of course.
"When'd she tell you?" Ramsey turned on him. "You look out! She didn't tell me. I just happened to see in the Bulletin she's signed up with some other girls to go and do settlement work in Chicago. Anybody could see it. It was printed out plain. You could have seen it just as well as I could, if you'd read the Bulletin." "Oh," said Fred. "Now look here " "Good heavens! Can't I even say 'oh'?"
Samuel closed the door and hung his damp coat and cap over a suit of old oilskins. He came to the fire, taking off his mittens and blowing on his fingers, the suspicious and condemnatory tail of his eye on Abraham. "Haow'd yew git here?" he burst forth. "What yew bin an' done with my wife, an' my horse, an' my man, an' my kerridge? Haow'd yew git here? What'd yew come fer? When'd yew git here?"
I spent an afternoon with him down by the river, and you ought to know him, too, Uncle Moses, 'cause he's such a good fisher." Then she pushed Nathan's soiled hand toward the man on the cot, who hesitated for one second, glancing toward the Squire's set face, then grasped it cordially, exclaiming: "Why, Nate, hello! When'd you come to town? Hain't never lost your vote, have ye?
"Well, the secret is this," said Horace, laying his forefingers together, and speaking very slowly, in order to prolong the immense delight he felt in watching the little one's eager face. "You know you've got an aunt Madge?" "Yes; so've you, too." "And she lives in the city of New York." "Does she? When'd she go?" "Why, she has always lived there; ever since she was married."
His uncle did not laugh. Instead he eyed the younger man from beneath heavy brows that met in a scowl. "Sherlock Holmes, eh? When'd you start emulating Sherlock Holmes?" he growled. "Been a meeting here yes business. What of it?" "Nothing at all, if you say so. Only don't make the mistake of thinking I'm still a mere kid, Uncle Milt.
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