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"Oo-oo!" whispered Valerie. "You let me manage that door, please, the next time it's opened." "When'll the next time be?" whispered Betty with a chuckle. "Now!" whispered Valerie, and stepping out into the hall, they carefully closed the door, then ran softly along to Vera's door, and tapped upon the panel with a hat-pin for a knocker.
He stopped her with an impatient gesture and a hand that prevented her from closing the door again. "Dad ain't here?" he asked quickly. "No." "When'll he be back?" "Not to-night." "Good," he said, turning to the door again. She could see a motionless horse and sleigh in the road, with a woman holding the reins. He beckoned to the woman, who drove to the door and jumped out.
"Why, yes, I do, sir." "When'll you be done?" "Well, there'll be an outline, you see and a lot of preliminary reading." "I should think you'd have done enough of that already." The conversation worked itself jerkily toward a rather abrupt conclusion, when Anthony rose, looked at his watch, and remarked that he had an engagement with his broker that afternoon.
I had learned that he was loath to oppose a suggestion and that he always preferred to agree, but I had not hoped for enthusiasm. "That's the i-dea," said Timothy, heartily. "I do admire a surprise. But what I think is this," he added, "when'll we hev it?" "To-night," I proposed boldly. "Whew!" Timothy whistled. "Sudden for General eh? Suits me suits me.
He's the stuff they're made of! You can see it sticking out all over him! He's only selling peanuts now till he grows up and " Toddles put down his basket and planted himself before the conductor. "You pay for those bananas," said Toddles in a low voice which was high. "When'll he grow up?" continued Hawkeye, peeling more fruit. "I don't know you've got me.
'Well, what's up? says father. 'My word, governor, you was all in great luck as I come home last night, after bein' away with them cattle to pound. Bobby, he don't know a p'leeceman from a wood-an'-water joey; he'd never have dropped they was comin' here unless they'd pasted up a notice on the door. 'How did you find out, Billy? says father, 'and when'll they be here?
Davis uttered a sharp exclamation, and, falling back a step, stared at her open-mouthed. "We all make mistakes," urged Mr. Wotton, after a long silence, "and Ben's sight ain't wot it used to be. He strained it looking out for a sail when we was on that desert " "When when'll she be back?" inquired Mr. Davis, finding his voice at last. The old lady affected to look puzzled.
"Many a system's gone down before; it will happen again." "They're fighting the Garde Republicaine now before the Gare de l'Est," said the Chink in an expressionless voice. "What do you want down here? You'd better stay in the back. You never know what the police may put over on us." "Give us two bottles of vin blank, Chink," said Chrisfield. "When'll you pay?" "Right now.
The poor lamb must be better, else she would not come back so soon," and I opened the door for her entrance. "I know what you're after," she said, "she's better; the poor thing will get well. Oh dear! land! I wonder, when'll the same old story end." "Has she told it to you, Aunt Hildy?" "Partly to me and partly to Mis' Goodwin."
Then he looked into the face of the man whose blow had crushed the very soul of him. Their eyes met, and, to the doctor, it seemed that mind had triumphed over the havoc wrought. Steve's voice came harshly. "When'll I be fit to move?" he demanded. "A week if Belton gets back." Ross was startled and wondering. "Belton don't cut any ice." "But we need the wagon."
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