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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Leslie didn't cry at her father's funeral any more then she had cried at Kenneth's. Rose whooped and howled for two, however, and Leslie had all she could do trying to calm and comfort her mother. I was disgusted with Rose and so was everyone else, but Leslie never got out of patience. She loved her mother. Leslie is clannish her own could never do wrong in her eyes.
"Oh, mother!" Ethel's hands came together in ecstasy, while Fred whooped in glee. "There's the lovely big stores and the people," cried Ethel. "And the cars and Bunker Hill Monument," supplemented Fred. "And we won't ever have to come back to this snippy little town," continued Ethel. "My, won't Bill Higgins just stare!" interposed Fred.
The baser side of his nature urged Mr. Bennett to triumph over the vanquished. "Now, what about it!" he said, ungenerously. "Interfering girl!" mumbled Mr. Mortimer, chafing beneath defeat. "I've a good mind to start it again." "I dare you!" whooped Mr. Bennett, reverting to the phraseology of his vanished childhood. "Go on! I dare you!"
Bah! I've engaged a table at Romano's. That's more in my line. Get your coat, and let's be going. In the cab Rollo risked the headache. At whatever cost this thing must be pondered over. His uncle prattled gaily throughout the journey. Once he whooped some weird, forgotten college yell, dragged from the misty depths of the past. It was passing strange.
When the train whooped round the curve beneath Times Square Kedzie was spun into the lap of a man reading a prematurely born "Night Edition." She came through the paper like a circus-lady, and the man was indignant till he saw what he held. Then he laughed foolishly, helped the giggling Kedzie to her feet and rose to his own, gave her his place, and went blushing into the next car.
But there wa'n't any real bidding except from the Smalls and Thompsons. A few of the boarders and some of the out-of-towners took a shy long at first, but their bids was only ground bait. Milo and Eddie, backed by the Dowager and the Duchess, done the real fishing. The price went up and up. Peter T. whooped and pounded and all but shed tears.
Wouldn't it be swell to travel everywhere and nab some famous crook!" whooped Ted. "Well, I don't think much of that. Doggone likely to get hurt. Still, that music-study stunt might be pretty fair, though.
If I went to bed I laid down on cats, and when I turned them out and turned in myself they came and laid down on ME. I slept under fur blankets most of June. And as for eatin' Well, every time I cooked meat or fish they sat down in a circle and whooped for some.
Intoxicated with the speed and excitement, Terry threw the throttle wider and the big car leaped forward and sped down the avenue. In it four black, feather-bedecked children whooped in wild glee until suddenly Terry's war cry changed to a scream of panic. "The lake is coming!" "Stop!" cried Billy. "Stop! Why don't you stop?"
It was one of those hot days, and Bolivar stood drooping and perspiring, and wishing the show was in Alaska, and pa was kind of sleepy, like everybody in the show, when suddenly that elephant whooped, and swatted Jeanette, his wife, a couple of times, and she cried pitiful, and pa put the hook in Bolivar's hide and gave a jerk, and told him to hush up that noise, but Bolivar just reared and pitched and walked right through the side of the menagerie tent, and seemed to say to the other animals: "Come on, boys; there is going to be something doing," and the animals all set up a howl in their own language, as though they were saying: "Whooper up, old man, and don't let them monkey with you."
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