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"They're a great comfort in London, aren't they?" "Ye-es; I should think you might grow the dahlia here." And having thus obeyed the obscure instincts of savoir faire, satisfied some obscurer desire to flatter, he went on: "My girl showed me your letter. I didn't like to write; in such a delicate matter I'd rather be vivey vocey. Very kind, in your position; I'm sure I appreciate it.
In fact I was rather glad to know that he was uncomfortable. I wanted him to be. "What is the matter with you?" he demanded. "You look as if you had seen your grandmother's ghost." I ignored the question. "Mr. Colton," I began again. "You made an offer not long ago." I had caught his attention at last. He leaned back in his chair. "I did," he said. "Ye-es, I did.
"Ye-es," said Esther slowly, feeling she was having the worst of the argument, but unmoved in her dread and dislike of joining the choir. "But I never thought of this; this is different." "Yes; but, dear, you will find very few things happen just as you would have them to. We may miss the best chances of our lives if we insist on that.
"Warm enough, be you?" inquired his driver cheerfully. "Yes, thank you." "That's good, that's good, that's good. Ye-es, yes, yes. Well er Frederick, how do you think you're goin' to like South Harniss?" The answer was rather non-committal. The boy replied that he had not seen very much of it as yet. His companion seemed to find the statement highly amusing. He chuckled and slapped his knee.
"You can steer, of course?" he had asked Giles Jackman almost as soon as they were fairly at sea. "Well, ye-es, oh yes. No doubt I could steer if I were to try." "Have you never tried?" asked his friend in surprise. "Oh yes, I have tried once. It was on an occasion when a number of us had gone on a picnic.
In short, he was successful in taking all the fun and sparkle out of the merrie month of May. Finally, Caesar got an inkling of what was going on. "Is Sprott ragging you?" he asked point-blank. "Ye-es," said John, blushing. "It's n-nothing," he added nervously. "He'll get tired of it, I expect." "I saw him kick you," said Desmond, frowning.
"It is intended to enable us to form an opinion as to the lapse of time between her ladyship's hearing the cry and reaching the balcony." Grudgingly the president admitted the point, and the question was repeated. "Ye-es," came Lady O'Moy's tremulous, faltering answer, "I was in bed."
"Ye-es it sure is all that." Ward eyed her furtively. "And with that memory of yours, I simply know that you can sing every single word of it," Billy Louise went on pitilessly and innocently. "You're a cowpuncher yourself, and you must have heard it all, at one time and another; and I don't believe you ever forgot a thing in your life."
"Pardon me," said the blind thing, sucking hard. "But this is the Hive, is it not?" "It was. Worse luck, it is." "And the Hival Honey is here, is it not?" It opened a fresh store-cell to prove it. "Ye-es, but it won't be long at this rate," said Melissa. "The rates have nothing to do with it. This Hive produces the Hival Honey.
"Hu-um! . . . Well, I declare! . . . Now you mention it, there don't seem to be any screwdriver, does there? . . . Here 'tis on the bench. . . . And I was rubbin' the sandpaper with ile, or ilin' the sandpaper with the rag, whichever you like. . . . Hum, ye-es, I should think it might have looked funny. . . . Babbie, if you see me walkin' around without any head some mornin' don't be scared.
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