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"Then yer'd better take and read them papers there as she brought," he said impatiently, first jerking his finger over his shoulder in the direction of Mellor to indicate Miss Boyce, and then pointing to a heap of newspapers which lay on the floor in a corner, "they'd tell yer summat about the shame o' makin' them game-laws not o' breakin' ov 'em. But I'm sick o' this! Where's them chillen?
"One day when I was about sixteen year old, the old man said ter me, 'Jerry, I've got a lot of wood cut, up on the mountain-lot, that wants piling up. Yer'd better take yer dinner and an axe along, and go up and pile it. Do it nice now, 'cause I shall be up 'bout noon, ter see how you git 'long.
Webb, thar's my han' agin'. Ef yer'd gone ter heaven fer her, yer couldn't 'a got sich a gell. Well, well, give me a chance on yer place, an' I'll work fer yer all the time, even nights an' Sundays." It was hard for them to get away. The child dropped her books and toys, and clung to Amy. "She knows yer; she knows all about yer," said the delighted father.
Watson, out of compassion, came back to help him. 'John yer'd better go home, an to yer bed yer can't do no good. 'I'll wait for Mary Anne, said John, in a shaking whisper 'I'll wait for Mary Anne. And he stood at the doorway leaning on his stick; his weak and reddened eyes fixed on his cousin, his mouth open feebly.
The boys listened, and heard a low, distant moaning sound, something like the deepest rumbling notes of a church organ. "That's the wind comin'," warned the captain. "Yer'd better be hurryin' back." With more hasty good-bys, the lads got under way at once.
He said yer never licked the boys; and he said, when the 'nifty' little girls come to git in, with their white aprons, yer said there warn't no room; but when the dirty chaps with tored close come, yer said yer'd make room. Jim said as how yer'd never show me the door, sure." "Fits! Good gracious, child! What makes you think that?"
"Yer may speak freely to me." "I 'spose yer'd say de same to Vic." "Neber, Miss Clorindy! What, dat silly, giggling girl don't tink it!" His persuasions met with their reward at last; he pleaded again: "Jis' tell me what yer means 'bout de tree bein' haunted?" She yielded to his flattery and her feminine desire to tell all that she had seen or imagined about the old cedar.
Stephen bent down and whispered in the boy's ear: "Yer'd best be going now, Peter, lad. 'Tis half-past nine and, chance, if yer go back now yer lickin' 'ull not be so bad." But Peter whispered back: "Not yet, Stephen a little while longer." Peter was tremendously excited. He could never remember being quite so excited before.
"Yes," said Clara, and paused. The voice sounded faint and thin, like that of a sick woman. "'Ow is it y'ain't playin' anythin' to-day?" she continued. "Mr Jones is out," replied Clara, annoyed by this conversation through the crack of a door, and anxious to get away. "Oh, is 'e?" said Ada, with an increase of energy in her voice. "I wish yer'd come in fer a minit, if ye're not in a 'urry."
I remember w'en 'arf this street was open paddicks, an' now yer can't stick a pin between the 'ouses. I was a young gell then, an' a lot better lookin' than yer'd think. Ada's father thought a lot o' me, I tell yer. That was afore 'e took ter drink. I was 'is first love, as the sayin' is, but beer was 'is second.
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