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My Mammy, she sewed 'em fer ME, I reckon d'in' sew 'em fer no cat!" "Oh, PLEASE, come on, Herman!" Penrod begged pathetically. "You don't want to see the poor cat drown, do you?" "Mighty mean cat!" Herman said. "Bet' let 'at ole pussy-cat 'lone whur it is." "Why, it'll only take a minute," Sam urged.
He extinguished the lantern, replaced it in the tepee, and tied the flap, while the faint, gray streak in the east grew brighter. "Ouhee! You pinto gypsy! Whur you roamin' to now? Think I want to climb up there and pry you out o' the rocks? Come back here 'fore I git in your wig. Ouhee! Mother Biddies! I'll whittle on your hoofs, first thing you know.
"'Ee dratted old skunk! That white har o' yourn ain't a-gwine to stay thur much longer ev you don't bring her out. Whur is she? the young queen?" "Al sur," and the Indian points to the south. "Oh! mon Dieu! mon Dieu!" cries Seguin, in his native tongue, and with an accentuation that expresses his complete wretchedness. "Don't believe him, cap!
"What are you doing?" "Suh?" Debouching sidewise she came into fuller view, but retired a few steps. "Whut I doin' whur, Mista Atwater?" "How'd that dog get on my front steps?" Her face became noncommittal entirely. "Thishere dog? He just settin' there, suh." "How'd he get in the yard?" "Mus' somebody up an' brung him in." "Who did it?" "You mean: Who up an' brung him in, suh?"
"It's shore wicked the way you curse, Old Timer," said Pinkey, reprovingly, as Wallie came up from the corral carrying an empty milk bucket in one hand and testing the other for broken bones. "I could hear you talkin' to Rastus from whur I'm settin'." Wallie exhibited a row of bruised knuckles and replied fiercely: "If ever I had an immortal soul I've lost it since that calf came!
"Strengers," began he, "when you scare up a grizzly, take my advice, and gie 'im a wide berth that is, unless yur unkimmun well mounted. Ov coorse, ef yur critter kin be depended upon, an' thur's no brush to 'tangle him, yur safe enuf; as no grizzly, as ever I seed, kin catch up wi' a hoss, whur the ground's open an' clur.
"Why, I could show her a barrel of eagles' nests! I know whur there's a coyote den with pups in it! I know whur there's a petrified tree and oceans of Injun arrer heads, if she'd jest waited. But if anybody thinks I'm goin' to melt my boot-heels down taggin' a worman, they're mistaken!" Pinkey stamped off to the bunk-house and slammed the door behind him. "Where's Pinkey?"
He transferred two banknotes to the desk-drawer and went on with his scratching. "Gosh!" Pinkey lamented, as they stood outside clutching their quilts, "I wisht I knowed whur to locate them mackinaws. I got 'em in Lethbridge before I went to the army, and I think the world of 'em. I don't like 'poor-boys-serge, but I guess I'll have to come to it, since I'm busted." "What's that?"
"'Deed it were!" said Mrs. Silver. "An' dess whut he claim hisse'f he mean it fer! But you tell me, please, how you hear whut you' grampaw say? He mighty noisy, but you nev' could a-hear him plumb to whur you live." "I wasn't home," said Florence. "I was over here." "Then you mus' 'a' made you'se'f mighty skimpish, 'cause I ain't seen you!" "Nobody saw me.
Yass, goin' to N'York, on his way to Italy. The Steerin's air sendin' him." "Well, they cand all go whur they please, I wouldn' leave Mizzourah these days, not me. Wy, ev' farm in the Tigmores is liable to turn into a zinc mine any night. Say, do you know air the Steerin's to be long gone?" "Nope, not so long. Unc' Bernique's to run things while they away." "Oh, well, then."
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