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'Losht, I groaned. 'Losht, and so's my wee bag and I've bashed my po' hat. I'm an awful sight, gen'lmen an awful warning to be in time for trains. I'm John Johnstone, managing clerk to Messrs Watters, Brown & Elph'stone, 923 Charl'tte Street, E'inburgh. I've been up north seein' my mamma. 'Ye should be in France, said one man. 'Wish't I was, but they wouldn't let me.
"You'd better tell me where they grow, and let me go up in my car." "I wish't I could," said Johnnie, embarrassed. "But you'd never find it in the world. They isn't one thing that I could tell you to know the place by: and you have to leave the road and walk a little piece oh, it's no use and I don't mind, I'd just love to go up there and get the flowers for you."
I wish't you'd come out Sunday, Julia, I cooked a real good dinner, didn't I, Ma?" Mrs. Cox did not hear, and Julia turned to her mother. "Made up your mind really to go, Ju?" Mrs. "Oh, really! We leave on the seventh." "I've always wanted to go somewheres on a ship," Emeline said. "Didn't care so much what it was when I got there, but wanted to go!" "So have I," contributed Mrs. Torney.
"I reckon his looks are his own, Mandy," she said soberly. "You and me have no call to notice them." "Ain't got no call to notice 'em? Well, I jest wish't I could get you and him up in front of Miss Sessions, and have her see them looks of his'n," grumbled Mandy as she turned away. "I bet you there'd be some noticin' done then!"
"I wish't he was this tater, so I do! I'd skin him! Yah! ornery critter! An' him standin' thar an' grinnin' at me over the wall, an' I couldn't do nothin'! Seemed's though I sh'd fly, Miss Hildy, it did; an' then not to be able to crawl even! I sw I tell ye, now, I didn't like that." "Poor Bubble!" said Hilda, compassionately, "I'm sure you didn't.
She made straight for one of the windows the iron shutters of which were now open. "I wish't you'd call me Cousin Copernicus," Droop remarked. "Oh oh! What a beautiful world!" Phoebe leaned her face close to the glass and gazed spell-bound at the wonderful landscape spread before her.
"Here fer my bounties," another would say. Then they both took a long look around them. "Wish't I was back t' the shanty." "So do I." "Scares me." "Too many houses an' too many women folks." "An' if ye wan' t' git a meal o' vittles, it costs ye three mushrats."
"Always talked too much," he said. "Don't mind me, my dear. I never meant Don't ye mind a rough old beggar, that don't know that hasn't one thing more between him and the grave. Not a thing but money. And that, now I wish't was at the bottom o' this bloomin' river!" They said no more, but rested side by side, like old friends joined closer by new grief.
"You saw some blood, yes ... Frank, I wish't you wouldn't interrupt me when I'm talkin'.... Well, about three weeks ago I met up with a man that claimed he had a remedy to cure bleeders. I let him try his hand on Jeremiah and he done a good job.
"Oh," said Grandma Holly, and she laid her brown hand on Viola's hand, "ain't she dear an' little an' young?" "I wish't she'd talk some," begged old Mis' Norris. "Ain't she good, though, the little thing?" Mis' Ailing said. "Look at how still she sets. Not wigglin' 'round same as some. It was just that way with Sam when he was small he'd set by the hour an' leave me hold him "
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