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His voice had a ring of almost boyish enthusiasm, and he picked up a tangle of threads from the table. "But this fore-derrick purchase is the devil, though. All last evening I was on the sheaves of one of the double blocks maddening work. Hornby's designing a hydraulic lift to the engine-room; column of water concealed in the foremast, d'you see? When's that going to be finished, Hornby?"
She kept blaming me, for she knew I hated that dress and wanted a new one. But me, I'm glad. Now I'll get after Dad for a new one. Say, when's Mary's surprise? Is it true it's put off till next week?" "I'm going to have a new dress for that and silver slippers," declared the girl next her, teetering back and forth on her little high-heeled pumps. "Say, Will, that letter's cock-eyed.
"If you want a boarder, no reason why you shouldn't have one. I'll shut up my place to-morrer." The red surged up into Mariana's cheeks. She had not known it was easy to cause such gates to open. "When's Mandy goin'?" she asked indifferently. "Week from Wednesday," said the cap'n.
"No papers.... I bet he's been out a hell of a time," said Handsome meditatively. "Better put the cuffs on him," said Bill in the middle of a yawn. "Let's wait a while. When's the loot coming?" "Not till night." "Sure?" "Yes. Ain't no train." "How about a side car?" "No, I know he ain't comin'," snarled Bill. "What d'you say we have a little liquor, Bill? Bet this bloke's got money.
"And when's that?" he inquired, driving at his point deliberately. "When momma says." Vada was fastening and unfastening the man's dirty waistcoat with great interest. "An' when does your momma say it?" Sunny persisted. "When poppa's done the chores." "Ah!" He felt himself on the wrong tack, and cast about for a fresh line of argument. "Guess you kiddies like bed some," he hazarded doubtfully.
"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.
"When's he coming?" "Not for five or six weeks," her father answered; "so you'll have to keep well for a while longer. He's on his way; but he's going to visit some friends in Omaha and Denver, before he gets here." "Hullo!" exclaimed Ned suddenly. "What's struck you?" asked Grant. "Nothing; only I was wondering if this could be the same man Charlie Mac was telling about.
"We'll get another before sundown, if that's your only trouble. Say, porter, when's the next train down?" "Seven forty-five," said the one porter, and passed out through the wicket-gate into the landscape. It was then three-twenty of a hot and sleepy afternoon. The station was absolutely deserted. The navvy had closed his eyes, and now nodded. "That's bad," said the doctor.
Slim said, half to himself, "Something like a glass," which I thought quite meaningless at the time. Then I showed them a picture in another book. That they made out very quickly. "But when's it going to move on?" said Slim. "Never," I said. "Ours stop just like that always. Do yours move on?" "Of course they do; look here."
Thompson kept from scowling by an effort of will. "When's the transport supposed to get here?" "Should be already, sir." "It figures." If the Count had expected them, she'd probably given orders that she be notified when ten Marines arrived; being former E-Team herself, she'd be able to guess that with the primary danger past, they'd be likely to come in openly. "Main entrance?" "Yes, sir."
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