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She thought of raising the window and throwing it out; but to do so she would have to lean across his body and bring her face close to his. She decided to drink the milk. She returned to her seat with the empty glass and after a while the porter came back to get it. "When'll I fold up his bed?" he asked. "Oh, not now not yet; he's ill he's very ill. Can't you let him stay as he is?
'You should have seen what blisters I had when I began. 'It's all very well to say that. I can't do no more, so there Oh, when'll it be five o'clock? 'It's a quarter to. Try and go on, Annie. Five o'clock did come at length, and with it twenty minutes' rest for tea.
"The furniture's safe," I said; "it won't walk away." "Of course it's safe," he answered with a suspicion of a sneer; "but when'll it be paid for?" "I don't know; go away!" I said. "I've written to my father." The fellow looked at me with open admiration. "Better 'tend to this thing; better write again to your father," he said and walked off, leaving me cold and tremulous with rage.
"Are they going to our Grandma Bell's?" asked Vi quickly. "To our Grandma Bell's? No, I don't suppose that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker, realizing that Vi was surprised. "But they have some place to go." "I don't believe they have any place as nice as our Grandma Bell's house," went on Vi. "When'll we get there, Mother? Do you know?" "Oh, not for a long while.
"When'll we see some rebels?" the boys asked. "Don't be impatient," said a soldier on the sidewalk; "you'll see 'em soon enough, and more'n you want to. You'll have to go a little further, but you'll find the woods full of 'em. You'll be wishin' you was back home in your little trundle-beds, where they ought've kept you." "Shut up, you coffee-boiler," shouted Shorty, striding toward him.
The barrel of a rifle protruded near him. He was talking in a low voice to a man apparently busy at the traces. "Hello, Cleve! You're late," said another man, evidently the agent. "Climb aboard. When'll you be back?" "I hardly know," replied Cleve, with hesitation. "All right. Good luck to you." He closed the coach door after Joan and Jim. "Let 'em go, Bill." The stage started with a jerk.
"He shoves the note at me ag'in, an' says he, 'It's important, says he. 'Go up there, says I. 'Last room, top floor, right-hand side. Before I comes to the corner up here, he's after me ag'in. 'He's gone, says he. 'Like enough, says I. 'When'll he be back? says he. 'When the cows come home, sonny, says I. 'Then there'll be the divil to pay, says he. I pricks up my ears at this.
He raised one hand up and swung it forcefully down as though delivering a blow. "By Gar!" he cried, "then I go an' find her; I go an' see for myself." And as he spoke a strange expression looked out of Victor's eyes. Ralph removed his pipe from his lips. "Good, Nick," he said emphatically. "The dogs are fresh. Guess a long trail'll do 'em a deal o' good. When'll we start?"
"When'll you be ready? Where are the rest of the fellows?" "They're upstairs. I'll be ready in a jiffy now." The two scouts crossed the shop and made their way noisily up the wooden stairs to the meeting room, where they found half a dozen lads in an animated discussion as to where the biggest and best Christmas trees were to be found.
"When'll 'e tell me, Jan love? When'll 'e tell me what 'e be gwaine to do? Us be wan now you an' me but the lines be all the lovin'est wife can p'int to in proof she be a wife. Couldn't us be axed out in church purty soon?" He did not make immediate answer, but only longed for his easel.
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