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She can parley-voo a good 'un and foot it, as it goes; been in France a couple of year. I prefer the singin' of 't to the talkin' of 't. Come, Luce! toon up eh? Ye wun't? That song abort the Viffendeer a female" Farmer Blaize volunteered the translation of the title "who wears the you guess what! and marches along with the French sojers: a pretty brazen bit o' goods, I sh'd fancy."
"An' two young fellers I know'll bait up a tub or so o' trawl, while they're cleanin'," said Disko, lashing the wheel to his taste. "Um! Guess I'd ruther clean up, Dad." "Don't doubt it. Ye wun't, though. Dress daown! Dress daown! Penn'll pitch while you two bait up." "Why in thunder didn't them blame boys tell us you'd struck on?" said Uncle Salters, shuffling to his place at the table.
"'Hope to God, says I to myzell, 'poor Tom wun't coom here to-day: arl up with her, if 'a doeth: and who be there to suckzade 'un? Mark me now, all these charps was good to shutt 'un, as her coom crass the watter; the watter be waide enow there and stony, but no deeper than my knee-place.
"Some un's gwain' to die," in a tone of vast satisfaction. "Of course, of course if we wait long enough. It's perhaps you. You'll die yourself sometime, you know." "Noh, I wun't. No 'n'll ivver see me die. I'll just turn into sun'th'n a gull maybe," as one floated by on moveless wing, the very poetry of motion; and the fathomless black eyes followed it with pathetic longing.
Faather sez he wun't have his independence proposed upon; if th' don't give him twinty thousan' fur settin' toight here, he'll peach; but about th' mine, th' Ranger man iz expected t' make throuble, an' faather iz all powerful quick with his fist, sor, 'specially when he's in drink; an' he's t' be on hand. It ain't th' truth I'm tellin' y', sor; it's ownly what I've heerd."
"I consider," I broke in, "that a dollar is a fair price for your story, and as I shall have to take it all back and expose you before the next twenty-four hours pass, I think you had better hasten to Milwaukee, New York, or Louisiana." I handed him the dollar. "Mind, I don't want to see your face again." "Ye wun't, captain." And I did not.
But one day he will be your master, Danny." "That all?" said Dan, placidly. "He wun't not by a jugful." "Master!" said the cook, pointing to Harvey. "Man!" and he pointed to Dan. "That's news. Haow soon?" said Dan, with a laugh. "In some years, and I shall see it. Master and man man and master." "How in thunder d'ye work that out?" said Tom Platt. "In my head, where I can see." "Haow?"
Do you know what happens to the nicest girls when they don't see the right sort o' men at all, y' know?" I nodded. I knew what he meant. Then I shook my head in denial of the danger. "I don't b'lieve it nuther," said he; "but is it any cinch, now? An' anyhow, she'll be where she wun't ever hear a bit o' music, 'r see a picter, 'r see a friend.
"Qué-hou-hou!" croaked Johnnie, and Marielihou yawned and made a futile attempt to wash behind her ears but found it discomforting to a sore hind-leg, so gave it up and spat at him instead. "And, moreover, I won't have you at my party." "Hou-hou! I'm coming. Ma'm'zelle she ask me." "I'll tell her to send you back-word." "She wun't, she wun't. Where you goin'?"
"Well, it doesn't seem sense not having May Kings, does it? I wun't mind bein' May King if you was May Queen." The rehearsal was, on the whole, a failure. "William Brown, don't hold the train so high. No, not quite so low. Don't stand so near the Queen, William Brown. No, not so far away you'll pull the train off. Walk when the Queen walks, William Brown, don't stand still.
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