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"How pleased your wife'll be, and the poor little children! O, it's a shame you ever had to go away from them! I mean to ask papa to let you go back, some time." "Missis said that she would send down money for me, as soon as they could get it together," said Tom. "I'm 'spectin, she will.
"But it tickled me so to hear you say Tip wasn't goin' back. Why, he's been most crazy since you come. He's afraid his wife'll marry agin before he gits home. I've been tellin' him how nice it was to have you both, and that jest makes him roar. He's never been away so long before." "He thinks maybe Nanny will give him up this time?" "Exact." The old woman smoked in silence a long while.
Maggie fired in a moment. "A good feyther makes a good son," she answered almost pertly; and then, with infinite tenderness, "and I'm prayin' a good wife'll make a good husband." He smiled scoffingly. "I'm feared that'll no help ye much," he said. But the girl never heeded this last sneer, so set was she on her purpose.
"Let him get up, Tom," said Aleck. "Easy, Master Aleck. Let's make sure first as he won't go off his head again." "I shan't go off my head again now I'm safe, stoopid," cried the smuggler, angrily. "Master Aleck, sir, thankye kindly for helping a poor desprit fellow. I can't say much, but my poor little wife'll say: `Gord bless yer for this for the sake of our weans."
When I get married my wife'll see to things some. See the work is done while I'm here." McLagan grinned and nodded. "Guess you didn't seem like gettin' married jest now, talkin' of those things. You kind o' seemed 'down' some." Jim's eyes became thoughtful. "Makes you feel 'down' when you get remembering some things," he said.
Now your wife'll have her troopin' in an' out, in an' out, the whole 'durin' time." "I only cut the door through to please so't she'd favor my gittin' married, but I guess 't won't do no good. You see, father, what I was thinkin' of is, a girl would mebbe jump at a two-story, four-roomed ell when she wouldn't look at a smaller place." "Pends upon whether the girl's the jumpin' kind or not!
So the Cock ran to the Woodcutter and said: 'Dear good friend Woodcutter, give me wood, the wood I'll give to the Baker's wife, the Baker's wife'll give me a bannock, the bannock I'll give to the Thresher, the Thresher'll give me corn, the corn I'll give to the Sow, the Sow'll give me bristles, the bristles I'll give to the Shoemaker, the Shoemaker'll give me shoes, the shoes I'll give to the Virgin Mary, the Virgin Mary'll give me a red ribbon, the red ribbon I'll give to the Linden, the Linden'll give me leaves, the leaves I'll give to the Spring, the Spring'll give me water, the water I'll give to Dame Partlet my mate, who lies at death's door in the hazel-wood.
It never seemed to me she was cut out for hard work; but she's got sweet ways and kind words for everybody, and it's as good as a psalm to look at her." "And what sort of a wife'll she make, Captain Kittridge?" "A real sweet, putty one," said the Captain, persistently. "Well, as to beauty, I'd rather have our Sally any day," said Mrs.
So the Cock ran to the Smith and said: 'Dear good friend Smith, give me an axe, the axe I'll give to the Woodcutter, the Woodcutter'll give me wood, the wood I'll give to the Baker's wife, the Baker's wife'll give me a bannock, the bannock I'll give to the Thresher, the Thresher'll give me corn, the corn I'll give to the Sow, the Sow'll give me bristles, the bristles I'll give to the Shoemaker, the Shoemaker'll give me shoes, the shoes I'll give to the Virgin Mary, the Virgin Mary'll give me a red ribbon, the red ribbon I'll give to the Linden, the Linden'll give me leaves, the leaves I'll give to the Spring, the Spring'll give me water, the water I'll give to Dame Partlet my mate, who lies at death's door in the hazel-wood.
"Damn it, control yourself, man!" growled O'Connell, himself uncontrolled, "your wife'll pull through with care, though she'll never have another child." O'Connell did not understand; he was an Irishman, and no cricketer; he had been called in because he had a reputation for his skill in obstetrics. Stott stared at him fiercely.
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