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No seh, cayn't 'zac'ly tell jis how long we be kep' here, but 'f you dislikes to wait, Cap, you needn'. You kin teck a street-cyar here what'll lan' you right down 'mongs' de hotels an' things; yass, seh. See what; de wreck? No, seh, it's up in de yard whah dey don't 'llow you to pa-ass." Out in the darkness beside the train March stood a moment.
Nick shook his head; he could not say that anything ailed him. "Thought, maybe ther' was somethin' amiss," went on his brother, half-apologetically. He felt himself that he must talk. Then Nick was seized with a desire to confide in the only lifelong friend he had ever known. "Ther' ain't nothin' amiss, zac'ly," he said. And he got no farther. "Hah!" Ralph looked round sharply.
"That's wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I think Ozma would like it." "But where is the Magic Flower, and how can we get it?" asked Trot. "Dun'no, zac'ly," slowly replied Cap'n Bill. "The Glass Cat tol' me about it only yesterday, an' said it was in some lonely place up at the nor'east o' here.
Senda had sent word that the child had only an indigestion a thing serious enough in such a case and though still slightly feverish was now asleep, but restless. "Sih? Yass, sir awnressless dass 'zac'ly what I say!" Wherefore Senda would either remain in the nursery or return to us, as we should elect. "O no, sih, she no need to come back right now, anyhow; yass, sih, dass what de Mis' say, too."
"I'll bet there ain't any room that's nicer'n this in the whole Waldorf 'Storia!" he vowed to the little Jewish lady when she came rocking down to marvel over the transformation, hands uplifted, head wagging. "Don't you think it's fine, Mrs. Kukor? and don't it smell 'zac'ly like Mrs. Reisenberger?" "Pos-i-tivvle!" agreed Mrs. Kukor.
Guess I'll git back 'fore they're busy. It'll take 'em all hustlin' to git ahead o' me." "That's very kind," Joan replied mechanically. But the encouragement was scarcely needed. The boy rushed on, like a river in flood time. "Oh, it ain't zac'ly kind!" he said. "Y' see they're mostly a low-down lot, an' Pete's the low-downest. He's bad, is Pete, an' ain't no bizness around a leddy.
Johanna's modest smile glittered across her face as she slowly replied, "No-o, seh, I cayn't 'zac'ly fine myseff ama-aze', 'caze Miss Barb done wrote about it in her letteh." "Psheh!" said John, playing incredulous, "you ain't got air letter from Miss Barb." The girl was flattered to ecstasy.
"It can't be a certain little lad who lives in the Barber flat," he puzzled. "So who can it be? No, I don't know this small soldier, and I'll thank ye if ye'll introduce me!" "Oh," answered Johnnie, "I ain't 'zac'ly sure I'm myself! Oh, Father Pat, isn't it wonderful? and I know I've got it 'cause I can take hold of it, and smell it! Oh, my goodness!"
"And you say they are gone?" cried Mary Louise in surprise, as she came down to breakfast the next morning and found the table laid for one and old Eben waiting to serve her. "In de night, chile. I don' know 'zac'ly wha' der time, by de clock, but de Kun'l an' Missy Burrows did'n' sleep heah a-tall." "There is no night train," said the girl, seating herself thoughtfully at the table.
"I've eaten you, and you always make me thirsty." Merla laughed merrily at this, and the codfish said, with much dignity, "Come, fellow aristocrats, let us go." "Never mind, we're going ourselves," announced Merla, and followed by her guests the pretty mermaid swam away. "I've heard tell of codfish aristocracy," said Cap'n Bill, "but I never knowed 'zac'ly what it meant afore."
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