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"I've been kept away on business. Funny kind of business, too. Say, Charlie," he added, "suppose likely your sister and you would be too busy to see me for a few minutes now? I'd like to see if you've got an answer to a riddle." "A riddle?" "Um-hm. I've just had the riddle sprung on me and it's got MY head whirlin' like a bottle in a tide rip.
It was a year after he deed, and Tom Ettles was walking home, down by the Birken Stoop one night, and not a soul nigh, when he sees a big ball, as high as his knee, whirlin' and spangin' away before him on the road.
Finish her out. Can't you see you've got my head whirlin' like one of those windmills of yours? Finish her OUT!" Jed looked over his spectacles. "Oh!" he said. "Well, Leander's been comin' in here pretty frequent and we've talked about his affairs a good deal. He's always wanted to enlist ever since the war broke out." "He HAS?" "Why, sartin.
She say she free one minit en a slabe nex' minute twel her haid mos' whirl off her shol'ers. Now she say, 'I doan know 'bout dis freedom business; I does know how ter cook en I'se gwinter cook twel dey gets troo a whirlin' back en forth. You says I mus' trus' de Lawd 'bout spooks, Uncle Lusthah. W'y kyant you trus' de Lawd 'bout freedom?"
There was a crack, the crack o' doom, sure enough, for Pretty Quick, an' one o' the logs le'p' right out an' struck him jest where he stood, with his axe in the air, blasphemin'. The jam kind o' melted an' crumbled up, an' in a second Pretty Quick was whirlin' in the white water. He never riz, at least where we could see him, an' we didn't find him for a week.
"Makes a pretty good track, eh?" he said to Gallagher. "I wonder how fast this feller is? Ever heard?" "They seem to think he's a whirlin' ball of fire, but that don't worry you none, does it?" Gallagher bent his lead-blue eyes upon the cook, who shrugged carelessly, and Gallagher smiled; he was forced to admit that his man did not appear to be one easily frightened.
Ryan's white-frilled flapping cap, which she said was bein' fluttered to destruction off her ould head, and Hugh McInerney's many-rifted caubeen, for he declared that until the flurry of the blast went down a bit you might as well be lettin' on to thatch the sails whirlin' of a win'mill.
"But Gus went on, talkin' a steady streak about livin' in a little tenement in what he called the 'slums' and chuckin' the money to this tramp and that, till Nate's head was whirlin'. 'Twa'n't no joke. He meant it and so did she, and they was just the pair of loons to do it, too. "Afore Nate had a chance to think up anything sensible to say, Olivia comes hollerin' for Gus to hurry.
"Who do you guess, Mr. Ellins?" says I, grinnin'. "H-m-m-m," says he, rubbin' his chin. "I can't say I'm flattered. Thinks I'm an old crab, does he?" "I expect he does," I admits. "Do you?" demands Old Hickory, whirlin' on me sudden. "I used to," says I, "until I got to know you better." "Oh!" says he. "Well, I suppose the young man has a right to his own opinion.
Rebecca stood stiffly with her back to the closed door, her hands folded before her. "Copernicus Droop is tight! Dead drunk!" she exclaimed, with a shaking voice. "Drunk!" cried Phoebe. "Lands sakes! an' " She looked about her with alarm. "Then what's happened to the machine?" she asked. "Whirlin', whirlin', same as ever! Cuttin' meridians or sausage meat fer all I care.
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