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"Does she think I stole her dirty money, me that has money o' me own a thief is it she takes me for? Oh, wirra! wirra! and her an' me wuz gittin' on so fine, too; and like as not this'll start the morgage and the cancer on her again." Pearl threw herself on the hot little bed, and sobbed out her indignation and her homesickness. She could not put it off this time.
'Aw wirra wurra, if Tom'd only git a wife now." She wrung her hands and imitated old Granny Teeter's wail to perfection. "'Sure an' he nades a wife to tind to the chickens an' the pigs an' the turkeys the contrary little bastes that'll niver be stayin' at home, at all at all." The young men laughed, and John Coulson looked admiringly at her.
So all autumn he went on making ineffectual efforts to remove the obstructions from his property, and times were very lively indeed; so lively that Auntie Jinit McKerracher, who led public opinion, declared it was clean scand'lus to have such goin's on in a Christian land; and Granny Teeter wrung her hands and said "Wirra wurra" many times a day over the Orator's waywardness.
Musickle bodies, they be. Playin' harps an' fiddles, an' the loikes. Sure, 'twill be hand-organs an' moonkeys to-morrer, belike. Ah, yes!" "Maybe some of these traveling musicians can play the marble harp yonder," said Heavy, with a chuckle, pointing to the now half-shrouded figure in the center of the campus. "Oh, wirra, wirra! don't be sayin' it," grumbled the old man.
Wirra, wirra! but it's some folks have luck, says I, as the train took me out av' Waterloo in a third-class smoker, while you were left on the platform sheddin' half-crowns out av every pore for the newspaper boys an' porters to pick up, and smilin' like a baby dhramin' av the bottle.
It'll be dark in five minutes and he's afraid the flame of the discharge or the reports of the gun may guide the patrol boat here before he's finished his job. Oh, wirra, wirra!" Murphy's surmise proved to be correct, for he had scarcely finished speaking before the submarine commander hailed him and ordered him to let down his gangway. Terence P. Reardon's eyes flamed with the lust for battle.
They'll confiscate her, chief. Wirra! Wirra!" he cried, breaking into the forgotten wail of his childhood. "How can I ever face Matt Peasley and Cappy Ricks after this? Reardon, man, they'll think we stood in with the Germans and let them do it. We're both Irish they know we're both pro-German " "What's that you said?" Terence demanded sharply. "Me pro-German. Me? I was pro-German yis wanst!"
'Wirra, wirra! Ologone! Can't ye lave a lad alone, Till he's proved there's no tradition left of any other girl Not even Trojan Helen, In beauty all excellin' Who's been up to half the divilment of Fan Fitzgerl? Of course Francesca's heart is fixed upon Ronald Macdonald, but that fact has not altered the glance of her eyes.
Wirra! wirra! It's myself is sorry I was so rude. It's not me; it's my temper, mis'ess. I do believe I was born with a devil inside me." I could not help laughing, partly from amusement, partly from relief. "But you see I can't ask you to stop," I said. "I've got no money, not even enough to pay you to-day; so I can't keep you." "I don't want no money, ma'am.
You stay quietly here and, in ten days or a fortnight if all goes well we shall be back again with you." "And is it in a balloon you're thinking of coming out, Mister Ralph; flying like a bird through the air? Och, wirra, wirra! I'll never see yees again." "Nonsense, Tim, there's no danger in a balloon.
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