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"No, I was trying to get that straight what you said about the supply of old maids in a community depending on the number of clover blossoms." "It's the other way around but cut it out. You'll be droning away at that all night like a tune that gets in your head and can't get out. Where'll we go?" "Oh, cut down Chapel street. Let's take in the gay white way for a change.
"I guess I'll kape 'em, and the close besides." "Then where'll you git the money for me?" asked his mother, "I'll sell the handkerchiefs and stockings. I don't nade them," said Jim, whose ideas of full dress fell considerably short of the ordinary standard. "I won't nade the collars either." "You don't nade all the shirts," said his mother. "I'll kape two," said Jim.
"Suppose she still sticks to her principles and won't have you? Where'll you go, then?" "To the hereafter," says he, naming the station at the end of the route. "Oh, well, there's no hurry about that. Most of us are sure of a free one-way pass to that port some time or other, 'cording to the parson's tell. See here, Jones; let's look at this thing like a couple of men, not children.
Just fancy finding barberries still clinging to the bushes in such quantities this time of the year." "What good are they?" queried Helen, selecting one gingerly and putting it into her mouth. "Oh! Aunt Alvirah makes the loveliest pies of them with huckleberries, you know. Half and half." "Where'll you find huckleberries this time of year?" scoffed Tom. "On the bushes too?"
"Stands in need of doctorin'," the other man spoke up, "and the meat's spoilin', and we ain't got time for nothin'." "Beggar don't have anythin' to say. Don't savve the burro." "Looks as he might have been mixin' things with a grizzly or somethin', all battered and gouged. Injured internally, from the looks of it. Where'll you have him?" Frona, standing by St.
I want to shake hands with him, I say, before I do anything else. Where'll I find him?" And with most depressing disregard of the General's greatness, the sailor would have turned his back on the entire party in order to find his injured friend, but the Chief was a strategist. "Ah go to Mr.
"And I can take my frys," said Grandmother, planning; "your father loves cold fried chicken, girls," she added, "and maybe your mother will make a bowl of her fine salad to-morrow while I make a custard yes, Father, that's just what we'll do. We'll have a picnic. Where'll we go?"
"Bigger, child? why, what's $200,000? Pocket money! Mere pocket money! Look at the railroad! Did you forget the railroad? It ain't many months till spring; it will be coming right along, and the railroad swimming right along behind it. Where'll it be by the middle of summer? Just stop and fancy a moment just think a little don't anything suggest itself?
"And that miserable man let us drive into it without warning!" "If I's big enough," said Robert Day, "I'd go back and thrash him." "It ill becomes us," rebuked Grandma Padgett, "to give place to wrath after escaping from peril. But if this is the trap he sets for his house on the hill, I hope he has been caught in it himself sometime!" "Where'll we go now?"
"He's awful foolish about leaving them standing while he's funning or something. He thinks he's awful funny, anyhow. Some day they'll run away on him and THEN where'll he be?" Elizabeth Ann was thinking to herself that this was one of the queerest things that had happened to her even in this queer place.
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