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"I know our turkey is the biggest," she said, looking lovingly at Thankful, as if to justify herself to her. "Well, I don't care," she added, finally. "Will you?" "Yes." "When's yours going to be killed?" "This afternoon." "So's ours. Then we'll find out." Sarah tucked Thankful closer under her shawl. "I know our turkey is biggest," said she. She looked very sober, although her voice was defiant.
We must have the benediction and announcement. And when's the wedding to be? What do you think, Alexander?" "Here he is," said the old prince, pointing to Levin "he's the principal person in the matter." "When?" said Levin blushing. "Tomorrow; If you ask me, I should say, the benediction today and the wedding tomorrow." "Come, mon cher, that's nonsense!" "Well, in a week." "He's quite mad."
Don't see how you've ever stood him so long." "Oh! you don't know Doctor Queerington! It's been a great privilege to have him here, He is a very distinguished man, Miss Ferney, and so kind and good!" "Good or bad, they are all the same to me. Just as soon have a fly under my mosquito bar as a man buzzing around in my house. When's he going?" "To-morrow. Will that be too soon for you to come over?"
The best thing I could do was to let it alone, and allow her to imagine the scheme had been abandoned. In this calculation I was correct. Some days afterwards, happening to be in the parlour with her after breakfast, she said, "And when's your grand party, as you call it, coming off, Mr Batchelor?" I started up in rapture at the question. "Then you will help me, Mrs Nash?"
Old Jolyon put the Will in his breast pocket, and James twisted his long legs regretfully. "You've made some nice purchases lately, they tell me," he said. "I don't know where you get your information from," answered old Jolyon sharply. "When's this action coming on? Next month? I can't tell what you've got in your minds.
Casey grinned secretively. "A man can't be pinched without the goods," he observed shrewdly. "I was raised in a country where they took fools out an' brained 'em with an axe. You fellers ain't been none too friendly, recollect. When's your boss expected home, did yuh say? I'd kinda like to meet 'im." "He'll kinda like to meet you," Joe returned darkly. "Your actions has been plumb suspicious.
"Well," says he, "I ain't a real grandpa yet, maybe, but I reckon it's like enough. All them flowers and that sort of thing and that late executive session last night. When's the day?" He still looks right contented. What could I say to him then? "Too bad," says he, "you couldn't of stayed up to get the happy news, Curly!" says he.
'Ain't you had any food since then?" "I haven't been so very hungry." "Not hungry? You're sure past being hungry! Lucky we've got food with us in the car. Pity we've got to hurry, but here's sandwiches and sandwiches, and cakes and candy, and bits of bunstuff, and an apple. And here's a cheese that's running out of its wrappin'. When's your show coming to fetch you?
Let's get a move on, and start the ball rolling. When's the next meeting, Paul?" "To-night, and once more at the barn where we were first. This time I figure on having nearly twenty present, and that will make things interesting." "Same hour as before eight o'clock?" asked Bobolink. "Yes.
"When's the Robinson Crusoe business going to begin, Dick?" he said. Dick laughed, but it was not a merry laugh, for the memory was a painful one, and mingled with recollections of times when everyone was suspicious of him, or seemed to be; and he was fast relapsing into an unhappy morbid state.
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