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Updated: June 8, 2025
Order was restored, but at intervals the girls broke into ripples of hysterical laughter. Then Chook saw the organ, with its rows of painted pipes, and nudged Jonah. "Wot price that fer a mouth-orgin, eh? Yer'd want a extra pair o' bellows ter play that."
I've comed 'cross lots of 'em before as was said to be 'aunted, an' so some on 'em was; but 'twasn't with ghostesses. One packet I was in, they was that bad yer couldn't sleep a wink in yer watch below, until yer'd 'ad every stitch out yer bunk an' 'ad a reg'lar 'unt.
"Ya'as, Zekle," she said, shyly. "Whoopee! I feel like I'd like ter jump up 'n' knock my heels tergether 'n' yell!" "Yer'd better try it er spell." she said, smiling at him shyly, "'n' jest see how soon ye'd ha' th' hull fambly er-rushin' in ter see what was the matter."
Yer wouldn't 'ave such a sentimental way of lookin' at things if yer'd been a steet-arab, sellin' newspapers, an' no one ter make it 'is business whether yer lived or starved." "But surely you can't see him in that condition without feeling sorry for him?" "Oh yes, I can; 'e's no friend of mine. 'E told everybody on the Road that I went shares with the Devil," said Jonah, with an uneasy grin.
Tim turned and followed it a rod or two, and then, as he came back, said: "If I had the time I'd foller it; but it goes just t'other way from what I want to go. I think like 'nough it leads to the village that you want to find; so if yer'd like one of 'em to introduce yer to the rest on 'em, drive ahead and make his acquaintance. Maybe he kin tell yer something about the gal."
"Oh, monahs, you may stan' dar er weepin', Fur de brooms uv de Lord is er sweepin', An' all de trash dey's er heapin' Outside er de golden gate. "So, sinners, yer'd better be er tu'nin', Er climin' an' er scramblin' an' er runnin', Fur ter 'scape dat drefful burnin' In de awful jedgment day."
"None yer tomfool'ry 'bout me. She ain't no baby. Harder! I tell yer. Yer ain't draw'd no blood nary time. Ef yer don't min' me I'll knock yer down. Yer whips like yer wus 'feard yer'd hurt 'er. Yer ac' like yer never whipped no nigger sence yer wus bawn. Yer's got ter tiptoe ter it, an' fling yer arm back at a better lick 'an that.
Then he bent on the clewline afresh, and sung out to the Second Mate that we were ready to hoist away. "Yer'd better go down an' give 'em a 'aul," he said. "I'll sty an' light up ther syle." "Right ho, Williams," I said, getting into the rigging. "Don't let the ship's bogy run away with you." This remark I made in a moment of light-heartedness, such as will come to anyone aloft, at times.
She heard a few incoherent mutterings then, "No no Bobby, yer wouldn't dast blow up the castle. Yer'd maybe kill the princess lady yer know yer couldn't do that!" Again the weak little voice sank into low, meaning less murmurs. The tiny, clawlike fingers plucked at the coverlet.
"Then yer'd better sit down 'n' make yourself at home," he told her, "fer they've gone out. They're down t' th' hospital, now, takin' a last slant at Pa. Ma's cryin' to beat th' band you'd think that she really liked him! An' Ella's cryin', too she's fergot how he uster whip her wit' a strap when she was a kid!
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