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Doc Peets tells him himse'f one day he's plumb wrong. "'You-all's nacherally a somber, morose party, says Doc Peets this time, 'an' nothin' jocose or jocund about you. Your disp'sition, Jaybird, don't no more run to jokes than a prairie-dog's." "'Which I would admire to know why not? says Jaybird Bob. "'Well, goes on Doc Peets, 'you thinks too slow too much like a cow in a swamp.
"Now, ain' that jus' like a girl!" ejaculated Bud, gulping the last of his coffee. Bob sat down and fanned himself with his hat. "Hot, ain' hit?" observed Pink, dryly. Then he turned to Melissa. "You-all's fo'gittin' that he might be in prison at this minute. No woman o' his class would marry him now. No woman likes to think her man's guilty o' breakin' the law, eh?
I want to see you at some time." "Ah'll watch out fo' ye when you-all's unhitchin' yo' mule." "Very well. I'm going in a few minutes. You do not come in?" "No. Hit's M'lissy's party, 'n she 'n me ain' friends." "Here, take this, then." Friedrich dropped his partly filled poke into the ready, uplifted hand. "I had my supper very late to-night," he explained to Mrs.
"They's all 'roun' the house ev'y which a-way." The General looked at his sweetheart. She came to his side with a cry. "Go up stairs to the top of the house," called the boys' mother. "We can hide you; come with us," said the boys. "Go up the back way, Frank 'n' Willy, to you-all's den," whispered Lucy Ann. "That's where we are going," said the boys as she went out. "You all come on!"
Shamed ob dese hyer hosses! Frettin' cause yo's gotter 'scort a pair of animals what's got pedigrees dat reach back ter Noah's Ark eanemost! Why, dey blood kin make you-all's look lak mullen sap, an' dey manners, even if dey ain' nothin' but hosses, jist natchelly mak' yo' light clean outer sight. Sho'! Go long, chile! Yo' gotter live some.
She now knocked at the door and the noises abruptly stopped. Then it was jerked open by Tom who stood glaring at her. "What d'you want?" he demanded. "I want dat young step-gal of you-all's," she answered with dignity. "Dey's sent fer her over home." "The hell they have," Tom exclaimed, with a leer. "Yas, sah," she replied, secretly frightened, but humble and courteous before him.
I've own' de ole house fer twenty yeahs or mo' now, suh, an' we've b'en mighty comfo'table in it, suh. They is a spaciousness, an' a air of elegant sufficiency about the environs and the equipments of the ed'fice, suh, that does credit to the tas'e of the old aristocracy an' of you-all's family, an' teches me in a sof' spot.
"An' Ah ain' afraid o' yo' doin' that," he continued to himself, as he turned into the side road that led to his cabin. "You-all's had enough o' them folkses; an' you ain' that kind, either." Von Rittenheim Collects his Rent It was in the cool of the next day's afternoon that von Rittenheim, with 'Gene Frady, who was working for him, drove up to the field where was piled his rent corn.
That is the business to which I referred, and is the only business I have in the Kentucky mountains. Are you satisfied?" "If Ah ain't, Ah'll give you-all warnin' that somebody'll shoot ye till you-all's daid!" warned Jed Thompson. "That is a game two can play at. I have played at it myself," chuckled Lieutenant Wingate.
Baron. You-all's a law-breaker, yo'self." Friedrich clutched the reins with a jerk that made the mule give a disgusted snort. The justice of the retort compelled him to self-control, as well as the knowledge that a giving way to rage would accomplish nothing, whereas coolness might do something. "You know as well as I do the penalty of br-reaking the law.
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