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"Yes, and when he took us to the woods, and to see the different kinds of birds," added the little boy. "We had lots of fun then." "I wish we could have some of that kind of fun now," went on Mab. "When's Daddy coming home, Mother?" "Oh, not for quite a while. He has to work and earn money you know. He has to earn more than ever, now that everything costs so much on account of the war.
Moving back to Allan's side, he threw himself down upon the grass. "When's this hell-fired fightin' goin' to begin? I don't ask anything better, jest at this minute, than to encounter a rattler!" The sound ahead swelled suddenly into loud and continuous firing. Apparently Evans had met the turning column. Fall in, men, fall in!
You don't think so much of the nuisance part as you did before." "Then you don't look the thing in the face," said Mary, calmly. "That's all about that." "Well," Mis' Winslow said pacifically, "when's he coming?" "A week from Tuesday. A week from to-morrow," Mary told her. Mis' Winslow looked at her intently, with the light of calculation in her narrowed eyes. "A week from Tuesday," she said.
Your boss was over once when Tommy was whanging away on oner them songs, and he says, 'Heavens, Tommy, when's the funeral? and Tommy says, 'Guess again, Simmons, he says.
It was John's purpose to learn the hour of arrival for the newspaper wagon, and whatever other information on news vending the boy might be willing to give. His erstwhile enemy doubled both fists as he crossed the road. "Want another bloody nose?" John raised an open palm as a token of peace. "When's the wagon drive up?" The ex-captain of the "Jefferson's" looked at him suspiciously.
He was steadily staring down the trail in a manner that suggested indifference to any coming storm. Somebody laughed half-heartedly. But Curly had no desire to enliven things, and went on quite seriously. "Say, when's this bum sheriff gettin' around?" he demanded. Beasley took him up at once. "Some time to-night," he said, in a well-calculated tone of resentment.
"Yes, you do, father!" said the girl, in forlorn amusement at his shuffling. "He's coming here to see ME " "When's he coming?" "I don't know but he's coming to-night." "And you want I should see him?" "I don't know but you'd better." "All right. I'll see him." Lapham drew a long deep breath of suspicion inspired by this acquiescence. "What you going to do?" he asked presently.
"When's the new play coming out?" she asked. "In the middle of next month." "You can't make it later?" "Are you afraid you won't be able to attend the first night?" he laughed. "God forbid! But I shan't have time to complete your education in a month. Now, I'm talking seriously. Put that play off! You're only a child, you've made a mint of money out of this present abomination.
"No, little sister's to have them when she comes." "If it is a girl," put in Lasse Frederik. "When's little sister coming?" "In the spring when the stork comes back to the farm; he'll bring her with him." "Pooh! The stork!" said Lasse Frederik contemptuously. "What a pack of nonsense!" Sister too was wiser than that.
"And what particular reason have you for getting Mr Chuckey a testimonial?" "Ha, ha!" said Arthur, who felt bound to laugh at the senior's joke. "Jolly good name for him. Oh, some of the fellows think he's backed us up, you know, about Bickers and all that. Thanks awfully for the sixpence, Felgate. I'll be sure and stick your name at the top of the list. I say, when's that trial adjourned to?"
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