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The first round showed that both were past-masters of ring tactics. Their wardings and layings for openings were so perfect that neither could get a blow in. When they stopped for a moment to breathe the Englishman said with frank admiration: "Y're a heap better lot than Hi thort yer. Where'd ye learn to handle yer dukes?" "Never mind where I learned," answered Shorty.
Oh, One-Eye, y're not goin' away right off?" "T'night." "Oh!" "But, shucks, I'll be sailin' back East again in no time! These Noo York big-bugs is jes' yelpin' constant fer my polo ponies." "I'm glad." But there was a shadow now upon a countenance which a moment before had been beaming. Things were going wrong with him everything all at once.
A flock of Ducks or a Loon going over is sure to be pointing for water. Y're safe to follow. "If ye have a Dog or a Horse with ye he kin bring ye home all right. Never knew them to fail but oncet, an' that was a fool Horse; there is sech oncet in awhile, though there's more fool Dogs. "But come right down to it, the compass is the safest thing.
"If this ain't a wig, y'll have a headache t'morrow," observed Miss Trimble, weaving her fingers into his luxuriant head-covering and pulling. "Wish y' luck! Ah! 'twas a wig. Gimme those spect'cles." She surveyed the results of her handiwork grimly. "Say, Clarence," she remarked, "y're a wise guy. Y' look handsomer with 'em on. Does any one know this duck?" "It is Mitchell," said Mrs. Pett.
"You hate to see anybody happy, don't you?" she asked scornfully. "You're afraid maybe Mr. Perkins will like me, and want me to marry him, and give me a good home!" "You can put that Perkins out o' y'r head," commanded the longshoreman. "When y're old enough, o' course, y're goin' t' marry; but I plan t' have y' marry a man." "Mr.
The young professor had started to edge along the ledge. He was coming very slowly. He stopped and complained to some one back in the mathematics-room, "This beastly ledge is icy, I'm afraid." Carl piped: "Look out! Y're slipping!" In a panic the professor slid back into the window. As his heels disappeared through it, Carl dashed by the window, running sidewise along the ledge.
"Say, what d' you think o' paytent med-" "Some of 'em are boss. But y' want 'o know what y're gittin'." "What d' ye think o, Dodd's-" "Best in the market." Uncle Ethan straightened up and his face lighted. Doudney went on: "Yes, sir; best bitter that ever went into a bottle. I know, I've tried it. I don't go much on patent medicines, but when I get a good-" "Don't want 'o buy a bottle?"
It was the "my dear" that struck Eleanor's ear as odd. The manner said plainly as words could say "You weren't before; but you are now." "Oh, it was rather hot," answered Eleanor quietly. "Y're on the wrong soide. Y're in the sun. If y'll sit over b'side off me, my dear gurl " Eleanor nearly exploded.
As I approached, he drew me towards him, where he had sunk on the dingy, orange-fringed sofa. "N-ow, y're a nice young fellow a bit scrawny, though. Ye gotta horse?" I shook my head. "N-ow, then ye aughtta have a h-orse. Yer pappy should see to't." His gray eyes, then almost blue against the loose brown skin of his face, held me speechless. "N-ow I gotta horse a fine horse fur a boy.
Flynn that she longed to clasp her round the neck, longed as she had never done in her life to lay her head upon some motherly breast and pour out her heart. But it was not to be now. Secrecy was her duty still. "Can't ye speak to y're ould fool of a cook, sir?" Mrs. Flynn said again, as the Seigneur made way for her to leave the shop.
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