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At last, "Where did you get that canteen?" "Picked it up at McDowell. Ef 't warn't covered with dust you could see the U. S." "Empty, I reckon?" "Nop. Buttermilk." "O Gawd! I could drink Thunder Run dry!" "Sorry. Reckon we'll come to a stream bimeby. Saving the milk 'gainst an emergency."
The old man was dressed in heavy black broadcloth, quaintly cut, with boot legs showing up under the trousers, and with faultlessly clean linen of home-made manufacture. "I can't make the people in that house over there hear me," complained the old man, with the simple confidence that old age has in very young boys. "Do you happen to know if they're at home?" "Nop," growled Snipes.
"I will certainly come down and see the poor little thing," promised Janice. "And your mamma and Johnnie and Eddie. Is your father at home now?" "Nop. He's up in Concannon's woods yet. They've took a new contrac' him and Mr. Trimmins. An' mebbe it'll last all Summer. Dear me! I hope so. Then pop won't be home to drink up all the money mom earns."
His father was so indignant that he whipped him for an hour for frightening the family. Franklin never afterward used a word with two syllables when a monosyllable would do. "Newlywed seems to find particular delight in parading his little family affairs before the eyes of his acquaintances," "Does he? What are they? Scandals?" "Nop, twins."
"Well, I'm not looking for him," explained the stranger, slowly, "as much as I'm looking for a young man that I kind of suspect is been to see him to-day: a young man that looks like me, only younger. Has lightish hair and pretty tall and lanky, and carrying a shiny black bag with him. Did you happen to hev noticed him going into that place across the way?" "Nop," said Snipes.
They certainly were shy that afternoon, for the individual in question had angled long and bagged nothing, as I gleaned from the answers to the direct interrogatories put by my urchin during the few minutes I stood paternally by and watched the proceedings. "Caught anything?" "Nop." "Had a bite?" "Nop." "How long you been fishing?" "An hour."
"Oh, a little matter of six or seven hundred miles from here." "Glory to God!" "Might as well be six or seven thousand." "And very probably isn't a bona-fide strike at all," said the priest, "but just a stampede a very different matter." "Well, I tell you straight: I got no use for a gold-mine in Minook at this time o' year." "Nop! Venison steak's more in my line than grub-stake just about now."
"Ain't you two married?" he said. "Nop," said Saterlee shortly. "Now ain't that ridiculous?" meditated the old man; "I thought you was all along." His eyes brightened behind the spectacles. "It ain't for me to interfere in course," he said, "but hereabouts I'm a Justice of the Peace." Neither spoke. "I could rouse up the boys in the kitchen for witnesses," he insinuated.
"What's the matter with you, Marty?" shrilled Mrs. Day. "You ain't sick, be ye?" "Nop," growled her son. That was about all they could get out of him monosyllables until Janice retired to her own room. The girl was so anxious to get upstairs and look at that paper she had recovered from the reading-room fire, that she went early.
Otherwise leave it unsaid." "Well, then," said the man, "your party's been tricking us, and we won't stand it." Peter wrote diligently. "And we know who's back of it. It was all pie down to that dinner of yours." "Is that Maguire's message?" asked Peter, though with no cessation of his labors. "Nop," said the man. "That's the introduction. Now, we know what it means. You needn't deny it.
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