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"Mamma won't let her sleep anywhere else, either," she pointed out. "Mamma won't know." "Annie or Katie will know p'r'aps." The "p'r'aps" was tentative. Annie and Katie had taken full advantage of the liberty attending the illness of their mistress, and their policy with the children was one of masterly inactivity.
"Is it ready?" "I don't know." "Well, will you go down and see, and tell them to take it in at once if they haven't done so? I know father wants his supper." "I think," said Betty thoughtfully, " p'r'aps you had better go yourself. Fanny said Fanny's manners are awful; I think father ought to send them both away " "What did Fanny say?"
"It was!" she answered, fighting with, herself. "You you know it was!" "It's not worth crying about anyway," said Nap. "My sting may be poisonous, but it has never yet proved fatal. Tell me where the mischief is, and p'r'aps I can remove it."
Nobody answered 'im; and arter waiting a little bit Henery Walker set off to see Sam Jones and the others. John Biggs was quite right about its making 'em cheerful, but they see as plain as Bob 'imself that it 'ad got to be kept quiet. "Till we've spent the money, at any rate," ses Walter Bell; "then p'r'aps Mr. Sutton might get Bob locked up for it." Mr.
"I got a going there a good deal, and then one day I sez to myself, 'Bill, this won't do, and I got changed to another route. Did you ever know Jackson Filltree, Tommy?" said Bill, breaking off suddenly. "No." "Might have heerd of him, p'r'aps?" "No," said Islington, impatiently. "Jackson Filltree ran the express from White's out to Summit, 'cross the North Fork of the Yuba.
Strange name very!" said Sir James. "Are you sure it was Cat Street?" "Well, I ain't quite sure, sir," replied the little plain one, with an inquiring frown at the chandelier, "but I know it 'ad somethink to do with cats. P'r'aps it was Mew Street; but I'm quite sure it was Pimlico." "And the lady's name?" "Well, sir, I ain't sure of that neither.
He is not the man to forsake a comrade in distress." "That was my own opinion," returned the sailor, "till I seed him go slap through yon port-hole like a harlequin." "P'r'aps he tink he kin do us more service w'en free dan as a prisoner," suggested Ebony. "There's somethin' in that," returned Hockins, lifting his hand to stroke his beard, as was his wont when thoughtful.
"Take 'em or leave 'em. P'r'aps it would be better if you left 'em." Mr. Hatchard looked thoughtful, and then with obvious reluctance took his purse from one pocket and some silver from another, and made up the required sum. "And what if I'm not comfortable here?" he inquired, as his wife hastily pocketed the money. "It'll be your own fault," was the reply. Mr.
"Come, come, Peter, `everything is fair, you know, `in love and war. But that's not the point. Can you guess, I ask, Ben-Ahmed's motive for acting so oddly?" "Oh! yis, Geo'ge, I kin guess a'most anybody's motives, zough, p'r'aps, I mightn't guess right.
"What did your uncle have for breakfast, Mas' Don?" "Coffee ham I hardly know, Jem." "Ho! Thought p'r'aps it had been cayenne pepper." "Nonsense!" "Ah, you may say that, but see how he is going it. 'Tarn't my fault that the dock men work so badly, and 'tarn't my fault that Mike isn't here, and " "Don't stand talking to Wimble, Lindon," said a voice sharply, and Uncle Josiah came up to the pair.
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