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An' then he sot out ter be mighty funny, an' mocked the way I useter call the t'other chil'n 'Fambly, sech ez 'Fambly, kem ter dinner, Fambly! 'Shet up yer cryin', Fambly! An' then he tole how I cooked gathered all sorts o' yarbs an' vegetables tergether an' sot a pot ter bile, an' whenever 'Fambly' war hongry 'Fambly' tuk a snack, an' gracefully eat out'n the pot with thar fingers.
Ford's looks, or she would find it in spite of the receivers," said Anne. "I conclude therefore, Susan, that Mr. Ford is rather handsome than otherwise." "Well, Mrs. Doctor, dear, I DO enjoy seeing a well-looking man," said Susan candidly. "Had I not better get up a snack for him? There is a strawberry pie that would melt in your mouth." "No, Leslie is expecting him and has his supper ready.
Blink, who had seen them coming, had a pot of hot tea ready to pour and a "snack" to eat to "stay their stummiks" till supper would be ready. Skipper Blink's store, or "shop" as he called it, was in a small room adjoining the living-room. It was a most primitive emporium of a most primitive frontier.
"I say to her that there will be good crop, and next year we will be ver' happy. So, the time go on, and I send up a leetla snack of pork and molass' and tabac, and sugar and tea, and I get a letter from Bargon bimeby, and he say that heverything go right, he t'ink, this summer. He say I must come up. It is not dam easy to go in the summer, when the mill run night and day; but I say I will go.
"If there's a snack of cold stuff in the pack dig it out," he commanded. "We'll eat on the run, if you've got anything to eat. If you haven't, we'll go hungry. We're going to overtake that sledge sometime this afternoon or to-night or bust!" "The saints be blessed, then we are most certain to bust, M'seur," gasped Jean. "And if we don't the dogs will. Non, it is impossible!"
"Well," said a soldier with embarrassment, "we hain't had much. If you could bring us a little snack like just a snack we'd " Without waiting for him to cease, the girl turned toward the door. But before she had reached it she stopped abruptly. "Listen!" she whispered. Her form was bent forward, her head turned and lowered, her hand extended toward the men, in a command for silence.
"Don't know," answered his friend, "but it smells like eggs and bacon, and steak and mushrooms, and chops and kidneys on toast. I hope so, at any rate, for I'm hungry this morning, and feel quite ready for a snack." "Snack!" laughed Frobisher. "Is what you have just mentioned your idea of a snack? It sounds to me more like the menu of an aldermanic banquet.
"What's that you've got there with you, Jerry?" asked Bluff, who had been fixing a phantom minnow on a troll, in the expectation of picking up a fish or two while they rowed. "Oh! a little cold snack in the shape of grub," explained the other, who on all occasions possessed a voracious appetite.
The first pause in her chatter came when she set the table for four and when Jerry protested that he had already dined. The girl paused, plate in hand. "Then we WERE late and you didn't tell us," she pouted, reproachfully. "No. I got through early, but Tom he was held up in the traffic. You see, I don't eat much, anyhow. I just nibble around and take a cold snack where I can get it."
"I can see you don't git another snack of grub in here, my friend," retorted Parky, adding a number of oaths. "And for just two cents I'd break your jaw and pitch you out in the street." "Not with your present flow of language," answered Jim. The teamster inquired, "Why don't Jim git any more grub?" "Because I'm running this joint and he 'ain't got the cash," said Parky.
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