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Added to these there were raucous Australians, clumsily built guttural Germans, in fact the usual omnium gatherum, unavoidable, alas! on a sea voyage, clothed in short skirts, shirt waists, squash hats, and thick boots as "they were going tramping about the sands," and each, of course, loaded with the inevitable camera which gives dire offence to many an eastern of higher rank, who hates being photographed willy-nilly along with all the other "only a native" habits of the westerner, who with the one word "nigger" describes the Rajah of India, the Sheik of Arabia, the Hottentot and the Christy Minstrel.

No vegetables in England! I could not restrain myself altogether, and replied by a confession "that we 'raised' no squash." Squash is the pulp of the pumpkin, and is much used in the States, both as a vegetable and for pies. No vegetables in England! Did my surprise arise from the insular ignorance and idolatrous self- worship of a Britisher, or was my American friend laboring under a delusion?

As the company all looked directly at him, and Mrs. Treat nodded her enormous head energetically, as if to say that she agreed exactly with her husband, the poor boy's face grew very red and the squash pie lost its flavor. "Although Mr.

"Because Government has enough to do to squash the rascals nearer home, Quashy," answered Pedro. "Have a care, the track gets rather steep here." He glanced over his shoulder at the Indian girl as he spoke. She was riding behind with an air of perfect ease and self-possession. "Fall to the rear, Quashy," said Pedro.

You could squash it up in one hand, it was that soft. That's why she took such care of it, putting it back in that box every night to keep the dust out of it." "Well, what's the matter with your coming along with me?" "And where are you going to take me?" "To one or two pawn-shops around here." "Well, I'm not going with you. If I go anywhere it will be up to Rosenthal's. I'm getting worried.

"Oh, too much squash!" He made a gesture. Benis was not quite sure what happened then. He remembers leaning against a tree. Presently he was aware of a horrible smell the smell of some object which Li Ho held to his nostrils. "Plenty big smell," said Li Ho. "Make 'urn sit up." Benis sat up. "Where is " he began. But his throat closed upon the question. He could not ask.

But whether from carelessness or other cause, Padre Damaso received a plate in which a bare neck and a tough wing of chicken floated about in a large quantity of soup amid lumps of squash, while the others were eating legs and breasts, especially Ibarra, to whose lot fell the second joints.

"Don't let it come on me! Oh, don't!" wailed Kitty Harrison. "It's there!" exclaimed Maud Greening. "Where?" "It's hopped on to Doris." "Oh! It will go down my neck!" shrieked Doris. "No, it's hopped off again." "It's on Maggie Woodhall's desk." "Catch it, Maggie!" "I daren't! I daren't!" "Squash it with your ruler." "I couldn't! I hate squashing things!" "It's gone again."

He did not speak offensively; rather, it seemed, to appease his conscience for the original mistake he had committed, for subsequently came, 'My oath on it, I don't get took in again by a squash hat in a hurry ! Unaware of the ban he had, by a sixpenny stamp, put upon an unoffending class, Evan went ahead, hearing the wheels of the chariot still dragging the road in his rear.

"Sit down!" ordered Hippy, and all hands sat, Tom taking the seat at the lower end of the table. There was real turkey, with cranberry sauce, squash, creamed onions, mashed potatoes, celery and a variety of other vegetables, brought from the city by Tom. Willy Horse acted as waiter, Mrs. Shafto declining to unbend to the extent of waiting on "them varmints."