Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
"Our best little society climber, the Honorable Robert Laird," returned the speaker, and reverted to his inspirational pen-picture: "Runs home to wifie and crows, 'What do you think, my dear! Junior Masters called me 'Bob' to-day!" In a flash, the murderous quality of the thing bit into Banneker's sensitive brain. "Junior Masters called me 'Bob' to-day." The apotheosis of snobbery!
All strong feelings, whether of joy or pain, belong to youth alone. "Ye will ride with Marion M'Gillivray the day?" said Mrs. Flora, after a somewhat protracted silence. "You bairns will not want an auld wifie like me." Olive disclaimed this, affirming, and with her whole heart, that she was never so happy as when with her good Aunt Flora. "'Tis pleasant to hear ye say the like of that.
"Now, wifie," said he, "jump in, and seat yourself flat in the bottom of the canoe." "Oh, no," said I; "I will sit on the little trunk in the centre; I shall be so much more comfortable, and I can balance the canoe exactly." "As you please; but I think you will find it is not the best way." A vigorous push sent us a few feet from the bank.
"Tak' Marjorie, and it on-ding o' snaw!" said Mrs. Keith. He said to himself, "On-ding, that's odd, that is the very word. Didn't he face "the angry airt," and make her bield his bosom, and into his own room with her, and lock the door, and out with the warm rosy little wifie, who took it all with great composure!
“No good,” said I, for I was now a little better master of my tongue. “Man he drink, he no good.” She agreed with this, but kept considering. “Why you bring him?” she asked presently. “Suppose you no want drink, you no bring him, I think.” “That’s all right,” said I. “One time I want drink too much; now no want. You see, I no savvy I get one little wifie.
I hadna any fear o' harm to my bonnie bit wifie, for she had promised to go to her hame, and I was sure she would be mair than welcome when she went without me. I didna expect any letters, because Bessie couldna write, and, indeed, I was poor enough wi' my pen at that time, and only wrote once to tell her I had good wark and would be for her a New Year.
"I propose her health," he repeated, "coupled with that of her mother, to whom I, for one, am more obliged than I can explain, for at length convincing me that I belong no more to the youth of my country, but am an uncle with a homuncle in his arms." "Wifie, your health! Baby, yours too!" said my husband; and the ladies drank the toast in silence.
'Wifie! exclaimed Robert, drawing her a little apart, 'do you know it has just occurred to me that, as I was going through the park this afternoon by the lower footpath, I crossed Henslowe coming away from the house. Of course this is what has happened! He has told his story first. No doubt just before I met him he had been giving the Squire a full and particular account
The auld wifie I lodge wi' is dour by the ordinar', an' wadna bide 'is blatterin'. I couldna get 'im past 'er auld een, an' thae terriers are aye barkin' aboot naethin' ava." Mr. Traill's eyes sparkled at recollection of an apt literary story to which Dr. John Brown had given currency. Like many Edinburgh shopkeepers, Mr. Traill was a man of superior education and an omnivorous reader.
"Ah, ye would wonder, mother," Jamie said, "when I open my box an' find a'thing tied up wi' strings sae careful, it a' comes back to me wi' a rush wha did it, an' am as fond o' thae strings as though they were a grand present. I get the wifie I lodge wi' to sew to me, but often when I come upon the pocky I sit an' look at it."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking