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"I think you'll be sorry." McGuire Ellis turned upon him a look that was a silent reproach to immaturity. "Anything more?" queried Sterne. "Nothing," said Hal, with an effort at courtesy. "Good-day to you both." "Well, what about it?" asked McGuire Ellis of his chief, as the visitor's footsteps died away. "Nothing about it. When'll the next Surtaine roast be ready?"
Jo Gordineer interrupted. "Say, Shon, when'll you be through that tobogan ride of yours? Aint there any end to it?" But Shon was looking with both eyes now at the collaborators, and he sang softly on: "And it's keen as the frost when the summer-time dies, That we rode to the glen and with never a fear." Then he added: "The end's cut off, Joey, me boy; but what's a tobogan ride, annyway?"
"There! nobody tells me anything." "Well," said Emily, "who would have imagined you wanted it? My dear boy, that is a surprise, after all these years." "It'll be a scandal," muttered James, as if to himself; "but I can't help that. Don't brush so hard. When'll it come on?" "Before the Long Vacation; it's not defended." James' lips moved in secret calculation.
"When'll I ever be in another island, in front of another vacated throne? Why didn't I move into the palace, and set up a natty, up-to-date little republic? I could have worn a crown as a matter of taste what's the use of a democracy if you aren't free to wear a crown? And what kind of American am I, anyway, with this undeveloped taste for acquiring islands?
"Square as a die," whispered Boylston. "When'll we go for it?" asked Sam Baker. "Can't go till after the fun'ril," virtuously whispered Boylston. "'Twould be mighty ungrateful to go back on the corpse that's made our fortunes." "Fact," remarked Mr. Baker, holding near the nostrils of Old Twitchett a pocket-mirror he had been polishing on his sleeve.
'What is it, old man? asked the secretary, seating himself and flinging one of his legs over the other. 'You look rather seedy, do you know. Why the deuce don't you and your wife look us up now and then? 'I've had a hard pull to finish my novel. 'Finished, is it? I'm glad to hear that. When'll it be out? I'll send scores of people to Mudie's after it.
I'm not a bad sort, am I, Kate?" she appealed mischievously. "I can sew, and cook, and and darn. No, I don't mean curse words. I leave that to Kate's hired men. They're just dreadful. Really, I wasn't thinking of anything worse than Big Brother Bill's socks. When'll he be getting around? Oh, dear, I hope it won't be long. 'Specially if he's a whirlwind."
"When'll she be on?" drawled one of the players. "Tomorrow's express." "Sence when did the express stop at Rockvale?" "Sence the president o' the road told it to stop for this here young person," replied the informant crushingly. Hicks was scanning the faces of the men about him with a purposeful eye.
Then the rest of the band will be put on a reservation. If the Jamieson women are alive, and they send 'em in, I won't hang the chiefs." "When'll the command start?" "Three hours after we get an interpreter. I've sent word up to Custer at Lincoln. But the delay! Think what it means to those women!" "It was about two women that I wished to speak," said Lounsbury.
And he can; be blowed if he can't. We'll see it through, Captain. And now, Captain, when'll you come out and see Polly?" Ralph would give no definite answer to this, on account of business, but was induced at last to send his love to Miss Neefit. "That man will drive me into a lunatic asylum at last," he said to himself, as he threw himself into his arm-chair when Neefit had departed.
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