United States or Côte d'Ivoire ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"You can hardly expect him to understand at his age," said the custodian, jealous for the honor of Stonehenge.... "Reminds me of Martin's little girl," said Sir Richmond, as he and Dr. Martineau went on towards the circle. "When she encountered her first dragon-fly she was greatly delighted. 'Oh, dee' lill' a'eplane, she said."
As I was going he touched my arm: "You will say de soul is parted from dat lill' bird. And yass; but" he let a gesture speak the rest. "I know," replied I; "you propose to make the soul seem to come back and leave us its portrait. I believe you will." Whereupon he gave me his first, faint smile, and detained me with another touch. "Msieu Smeet; when you was bawn?" "I? December 9, 1844.
"Who informa you Cristoforo Colombo was Americano? Better you don't believe these other guide ignoranta fella. Cristoforo was Genoa man, born here, you und'stan'? Italiano. Only live in America a lill' w'ile to discover, you und'stan'?" "Mr. Bebbini," said poppa, "if you go around contradicting Americans on the subject of Christopher Columbus your business will decrease.
"Yass," said the other, breaking into English and rubbing a musquito off of her well-tanned shank with the sole of her foot, "tis Mizziz Ri-i-i-ly what live there. She jess move een. She's got a lill baby. Oh! you means dat lady what was in de Chatty Hawspill!" "No, no! A real, nice lady. She nevva saw that Cha'ity Hospi'l." The little girls shook their heads.
I afterward learned that the younger man was a lawyer, by name Lill; that he was well known throughout the State, a man of cultivation, very conventional in his private life, but an unequivocal dissenter on almost every great social question; a man of high honor, and unquestionable personal habits, for whom exalted public office had often waited if only he could have modified his expressed opinions to less inharmony with those of men who held the reins of power.
Effie had been playing with her dolls one cold December morning, and Lill had been reading, until both were tired. But it stormed too hard to go out, and, as Mrs. Pelerine had said they need not do anything for two hours, their little jaws might have been dislocated by yawning before they would as much as pick up a pin. Presently Lill said, "Effie, shall I tell you a story."
'Jules, go at Father Pierre an' ged this lill pitcher fill with holy-water, an' tell him sen' his tin bucket, and I will make it fill with quitte. I ged the holy- water; my papa sprinkle it over the baril, an' make one cross on the 'ead of the baril." "Why, Jools," said Parson Jones, "that didn't do no good." "Din do no good! Id broughd the so great value!
You dunno dat lill' 'ouse where de Sister' keep dose orphelin' ba-bee'?-juz big-inning sinse 'bout two week' ago?-round de corner one square mo' down town 'alf square mo' nearer de swamp? Well, I thing 'f you pass yondeh you fine Pastropbon." Through smoke, under falling cinders, and by distracted and fleeing households I went. The moment I turned the second corner I espied the house.
"Yes, Madame, I sawed him." "You sawed 'im? Oo it was?" "'Twas only one man wad is a foolizh. De people say he's crezzie. Mais, he don' goin' to meg you no 'arm." "But I was scare' fo' my lill' girl." "Noboddie don' goin' trouble you' lill' gal, Madame Carraze." Madame Delphine looked up into the speaker's strangely kind and patient eyes, and drew sweet re-assurance from them.
"Madame," said Monsieur Vignevielle, "wad pud you hout so hearly dis morning?" She told him her errand. She asked if he thought she would find anything. "Yez," he said, "it was possible a few lill' bécassines-de-mer, ou somezin' ligue. But fo' w'y you lill' gal lose doze hapetide?"
Word Of The Day