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"Ye-es. No," panted Peter. "Why, you white-faced, cowardly noodle!" cried Dan'l. "What d'yer mean?" "I I. Come out of here into the garden," whispered Peter. Dan'l was going down the garden to the potting-shed, so he made no objection, and, arrived there, Peter, with solemn emphasis, told how he had gone in search of the squirrel, and that there was something up in the loft.
Subduing a natural irritation, he said: "Are you a judge of pictures?" "Well, I've got a few myself." "Any Post-Impressionists?" "Ye-es, I rather like them." "What do you think of this?" said Soames, pointing to the Gauguin. Monsieur Profond protruded his lower lip and short pointed beard. "Rather fine, I think," he said; "do you want to sell it?"
Carol turned on the company. "See here, I want this nonsense to stop. We've simply got to get down to work." Juanita Haydock led the mutiny: "Look here, Carol, don't be so bossy. After all, we're doing this play principally for the fun of it, and if we have fun out of a lot of monkey-shines, why then " "Ye-es," feebly. "You said one time that folks in G. P. didn't get enough fun out of life.
In the ardor of his penitence he discovered himself holding her hand; she no longer seemed to be recoiling; and Heaven knows what might have happened next if an ostentatious sound of whistling had not come to their rescue. "Bot you vill forgive?" he whispered, as they sprang up from their shady seat. "Ye-es," she answered, just as the serene glance of Count Bunker fell humorously upon them.
"Is that all?" said Spike, smoothing out the paper and scowling at the long columns headed "Help Wanted." "Ye-es, I think so." "But you an' him 's always meetin' on the stairs, ain't aren't you?" "You should say 'he and you', dear." "Well but aren't you?" "We have met once or twice." "D'ye like him?" "Well, he's so very different! And rather lazy! And awfully sleepy!
"Ye-es; we've managed to scrape together a few," said Kalle, running about in vain to get something for his visitors to sit upon; everything was being used as beds. "You'll have to spit on the floor and sit down on that," he said, laughing. His wife came in, however, with a washing-bench and an empty beer-barrel. "Sit you down and rest," she said, placing the seats round the table.
"Gentlemen," said the Secretary, curtly. "So I make out," said the Captain; "and apparently in good condition, too. A very well fed man that biggest, I should say." "Ye-es; well, ye-es," said the Secretary; "he does look well-fed enough. He must be a stranger to these parts; probably from the Maneroo plains, or thereabout." "What makes you think so?"
Day's little girl, heh?" The voice from the giantess made Janice jump. It was high and squealing, like a bat's voice; and some people's ears are not attuned to the bat's cry and cannot hear it at all. "Ye-es. I am Janice Day," admitted the girl. "Well," squealed the newcomer, "I'm the lady your paw sent up to do the work. You're a right pretty little girl, ain't you?"
"You behave much too well to people, and then they impose on you. I know the world and that type of man, and as soon as I entered the room I saw you had not been treating him properly. You must keep that type at a distance. Otherwise they forget themselves. Sad, but true. They aren't our sort, and one must face the fact." "Ye-es."
"Figgerin' to have him rig up windmills to drive those flyin' machines of yours, Major?" "Not exactly. My business was of another kind, and probably not very important, at that. I shall probably be over here again on Monday, Winslow. Can you see me then?" Jed rubbed his chin. "Ye-es," he said, "I'll be on private exhibition to my friends all day.
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