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He couldn't to open his mouth even. But all times he longs out his neck like he should eat und he looks on me und Morris. So Morris he says: 'Ain't it fierce how that bad man makes mit that horse? Something from leather on the face ain't healthy for horses. I guess I takes it off." "But he didn't, Nathan?" "Yiss ma'an, he takes it off.
Und, Teacher, Missis Bailey, I cries over it." "Of course you did, honey," said Teacher, putting her arm about him. "Poor, little, lonely chap! Of course you cried." "Teacher, yiss, ma'am; it ain't fer boys they shall cry, but I cries over it. Und soon something touches me by mine side, und I turns und mine friend he was sittin' by side of me.
'Yu bain't been lukin' round zo careful as 'ee shude; there be a bit o' magnolia as want nailding oop, my gude man. 'Oh, be there, mum? zays I. 'Yiss, there be; an' thart I'd carl yure attention tu it, zess she, are zum zuch. 'Thanky, mum, I'm zure, zezz I." "I knows how her goes on," groaned James Coachman. "Mother toime 'tis zummat else," said the aggrieved gardener.
"Teacher fools," he chuckled. "Larks ain't singin' in skies." "How do you know?" asked Miss Bailey. "'Cause we got a lark by our house. It's a from tin lark mit a cover." "A tin lark! With a cover!" Miss Bailey exclaimed. "Are you sure, dear, that you know what you are talking about?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an, I know," Morris began deliberately. "My papa, he has a lark.
"Oh, yiss ma'an, I know," said Eva Gonorowsky. "The country is the Fresh Air Fund." "Then you've been there," cried Miss Bailey. "Tell us about it, Eva." "No ma'an, I ain't seen it," said Eva proudly. "I'm healthy. But a girl on my block she had a sickness und so she goes. She tells me all times how is the country. It's got grass stickin' right up out of it. Grass und flowers!
When the children of happier women were setting out for school she demanded and obtained from one of them safe conduct to Room 18. But Teacher, when Eva Gonorowsky had interpreted the tale of Yetta's disappearance, could suggest no explanation. "She was with me until half-past three. Then she and Eva walked with me to the corner. Did she tell you, dear, where she was going?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an.
I up with the top-board, an' she were lying on her back, an' I turned un ovver with the brume-handle, an' 'twas her back was all covered with the plaster from 'twixt the lathin'. Yiss, I tal 'ee. An' under her head there lay, like, so's to say, a little pillow o' plaster druv up in front of her by raison of her slidin' along on her back. No cat niver went mousin' on her back, Lena.
Directly in front stood that labourer defrauded of his hire, that tool in the hands of guileful woman Isidore Belchatosky. "Now," Teacher began, "I want to hear nothing but the truth. Isidore, did you hit Eva?" "Yiss ma'an." "What for?" "For a kiss." "From whom?"
There is a Divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will, and it's no good grumbling." "Yiss," said Mr. Hawk, after chewing this sentiment for a while in silence, "so she said me, 'Hawk, she said like that 'you're a girt fule " "That's all right," I replied. "I quite understand. As I say, it's simply Fate. Good-bye." And I left him.
"Glad to see one of 'ee don't want his head slapped no more?" said Mary invitingly, in that direction. "Neu! Reckon I can get 'em give me," said Stalky, his back turned. "Not by me yeou little masterpiece!" "Niver asked 'ee. There's maids to Northam. Yiss an' Appledore." An unreproducible sniff, half contempt, half reminiscence, rounded the retort. "Aie! Yeou won't niver come to no good end.
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