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Updated: July 11, 2025
"He said, your honor, that she'd been following him down Madison Street for a block, talking to him and finally he stopped and she asked him " "Shh! Paula, don't! Bad girl! Shh!" That man with the black mustache. Who was he? "Yes, your honor, I never saw her before. I walk in the street and she come up and talk to me and say, 'You wanna come home with me?"
Winton said, "Shh, wait till they pass us, then I'll tell you about them." "I bet they're evil cronies," I said; "like they usually have in books," Because you know how it is in books; there are always a couple of bad fellows that won't join the good ones, but go camping right near them and make a lot of trouble for them. Hanged if I see why they don't join in with them and be done with it, hey?
Even as surprised as I was, I looked down at his feet and sure enough he had on scout shoes, almost new. Talk about plots growing thicker! This one was getting so thick you couldn't drive a nail into it. "Well what are you doing here?" I gasped out just like that. "Shh," he said, "keep quiet; come in, but keep quiet."
"You plannin', schemin', underhanded " "Shh! shh!" put in Captain Obed. "Easy, Hannah! easy, there!" "I shan't be easy! You mind your own affairs, Obed Bangs! Kenelm Parker, how dare you say how dare you tell me you're goin' to marry this this INMATE? What do you mean by it?" Poor Kenelm only gurgled. His lady love once more came to his rescue.
And, walking by my side, lithe as a young animal, evidently without giving a thought to her gleaming headdress, she had soon brought me to a cabin much like the rest, though perhaps a little poorer looking. Stopping a little short of it, she once more put her finger to her lips. "Shh! There he is!" and she shook all over again with suppressed giggles.
I want to have things different. That's why boys always make fun of the Camp-fire Girls, they think we're tame. Think how Roy Blakeley and his friends actually camped in that adorable old railroad car while it was traveling, goodness knows where. When I went to the Aero Club reception with Harold Fall they had the refreshments in a great balloon; we had to go up to it on a ladder shh, listen!
"Look at that flat stone under the bush there. Shh! I couldn't get him in the right light before. Shh!" Narrowing his eyes, Tom scanned the earth at the foot of the bush and was just able to discern a little band of black upon a gray stone there.
"Shh!" whispered M. Roussillon, "we will be very still. Alice, is there something to eat and a drop of wine handy? I have come many miles; I am tired, hungry, thirsty, ziff!" Alice brought some cold roast venison, a loaf, and a bottle of claret. These she set before him on a little table. "Ah, this is comfort," he said after he had gulped a full cup. "Have you all been well?"
It had stirred in the bundle. "Shh! Mus'n't. Da-ah-ah-ah " She rocked sideways with the bundle and crooned over it. Her heavy coarsened face seemed to grow surprised as she stared into the bundle. The child grew quiet. The judge took his place. Business started. From where she sat the woman with the child couldn't hear anything.
Now the lawyer was talking. What was he saying? What was the matter? Blanche was a good girl. Why they arrest her? "Shh, Paula, shh! Mus'n't." She held the child closer to her heavy bosom. Hungry. But it must wait. Pretty soon. He was a nice judge. "All right," he said, "you can go, Blanche. But if they bring you in again it'll be the House of the Good Shepherd. Remember that.
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