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"I am sorry," returned Sir John; "she is the lady whom you have come to marry, is she not?" "Y-e-s," said I, hesitatingly. "You certainly are to be congratulated," returned Manners. "I doubt if I shall marry her," I replied. "Why?" asked Manners. "For many reasons, chief among which is her beauty." "That is an unusual reason for declining a woman," responded Sir John, with a low laugh.
Reckon the wire must be down," he added, a queer shadow of a smile twitching up the corners of his mouth; "Y-e-s," as the phone rang again. "I wish that wire was down." The girl noted the worn look on his rugged face, and when he had hung up the receiver again, said: "I wish I could help you, George." "You can, Clara, you know you can," he answered quickly.
They like you more every day, which is better than going to boarding school, isn't it?" "Y-e-s," hesitatingly, "but I would like mighty well to go with Carrie." "Well, I think some day maybe you can. Come home now, it is getting dark and pretty soon we won't be able to see our way down through the mesquite." "Aunt Maria, will you let me make some molasses taffy?
"How old are you?" "Twelve, sir." "Can you read?" "Yes, sir." "Write?" "Y-e-s, sir." "Spell?" The child hesitated. "I I can spell some." "Don't you know it is a serious thing to be a judge?" "Yes, sir." "You must be a lawyer first." "Yes, sir." "It is hard work." "Yes, sir." "And sometimes it's no better than farming for crows." The boy shook his head. "It's cleaner work, sir." The judge laughed.
Grey, you must admit that my definition of labour is the correct one?" said Mr. Toad, looking earnestly in Vivian's face, his finger just presuming to feel a button. "That exertion of mind or body which is not the involuntary effect of the influence of natural sensations," slowly repeated Vivian, as if his whole soul was concentrated in each monosyllable. "Y-e-s, Mr. Toad, I do admit it."
"You call me a Jew but Jews, you know, have a tolerably cool head, and a keen faculty for business. They don't touch anything unless it is pretty certain to bring them in money. Will you try?" "Y-e-s!" Curtis said slowly; "I'll try." "And you, Matt?" Hamar queried. "We must have three." "I don't mind trying," Kelson replied. "I expect it will be only a try." "That settles it, then!" Hamar cried.
A merry meal now followed, chaffing and jokes passed several hours away, but the boys were rested and restless by nine o'clock and eager for more adventures. "Aren't there any Coons 'round here, Mr. Clark?" "Oh, I reckon so. Y-e-s! Down a piece in the hardwood bush near Widdy Biddy Baggs's place there's lots o' likely Cooning ground."
They sat down, and Lord Doltimore arranged the pieces. "Sensible man, Mr. Maltravers," said the young lord; "but I don't hit it off with him: Vargrave is more agreeable. Don't you think so?" "Y-e-s." "Lord Vargrave is very kind to me, I never remember any one being more so; got Legard that appointment solely because it would please me, very friendly fellow!
It seemed a long distance away that faint reply to his hail. "That you, Tad!" "Y-e-s." "Where are you!" "Here." "Where? I don't see you." "In the river. Just below the bend." Hurriedly dismounting and making a quick examination of the banks he discovered that they were so nearly straight up and down that it would be impossible to get his companions out at that point. "I can't get you out here.
I feel as if we were to set sail to-morrow for Colchis and the Golden Fleece." "Y-e-s," said the other man, a little dryly "yes, perhaps. I don't want to seem critical, but isn't your figure somewhat ill chosen?" "'Ill chosen'?" cried Ste. Marie. "What d'you mean? Why ill chosen?" "I was thinking of Medea," said Richard Hartley.
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