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Mira Pettis made him a napkin-holder, worked 'Bonappety' on it in cross-stitch on blue satin, and he give it to the girls' cat for a collar. I see the cat with it on. I don't want to see no clearer than that how he treats young ladies. I wish't Doctor Stedman was home." Another bicycle accident! This time it was a head-on collision, two boys riding at each other round a corner, as if for a wager.
"I I wish't you'd call me Cousin Copernicus," he said, coaxingly. "Well, p'raps I will when I see ye again," she replied, freeing her hand with a slight effort. Rebecca retired shortly after her sister and Copernicus was once more left alone. He rubbed his hands slowly, with a sense of satisfaction, and glanced at the date dial. "July 2, 1892," he said to himself. "I'm only thirty-four years old.
A little girl came out of an alley way with a peculiar jerky movement, like a hop and a skip, while she kept one hand on her knee. Her hip was large, her shoulder pushed up and apparently bent over. "Hello!" she said to Hanny. "What's the matter with her?" nodding her head. "Wish't I had a cheer like that. I'd cut a great swell. My! ain't she pritty?" "She's been ill," returned Hanny.
'You'd better call somebody in to look at your plumbing what you been drinkin', Shadder? "'Read for yourself, says Shadder, and he handed him the letter. "Wish't you could have seen old Smithy's face as he read it! He thought his pardner had been cut out of his herd for ever. "'It's the God's truth, Red, says he slowly, and he had a sideways smile on his face as he turned to Shadder.
"Yass'm," said Aunt Lucy, after a judicial look. "Them blame l'il goats. Thass um. I wish't they all wuzn't so mighty peart an' knowin' all ther time, so'st Majah Buford he c'd git one o' them now an' then fer to eat. Antelope tennerline is shoh'ly mighty fine, briled. Now, ef we jess had a few sweet 'taters. But, law! whut am I sayin'?" "Yes," said Mary Ellen practically.
"Stop!" said Horace, knitting his brows; "that's enough!" For there seemed to be something wrong, he could not tell what. "Now you may ''bout face; that means whirl round. Now march! one, two, quick time, double-quick!" "They're stepping on my toes," cried barefooted Peter Grant. "Hush right up, private, or I'll stand you on the bar'l." "I wish't you would," groaned little Peter; "it hurts."
I only wish't you wouldn't git scared about anything, and you'd sort of believe in me, till we can shape things out somehow, fairer to you. Don't be scared, please. I'll take care of you the best I can. The only trouble is I'm afraid about folks, that's all." "What do you mean about folks?" "If there was a woman within fifty miles of you knowed you wasn't married to me, she'd raise hell sure.
"It was that there 'Rural Beauty' done it," Mr. Morton broke in peevishly. "Wish't I'd never let them film people camp up there on my paster lot and take them picters on my farm. Sallie was jest carried away with it. She acted in that five-reel film, 'A Rural Beauty. And I must say she looked as purty as a peach in it." "That's what they've run away for, I bet," broke in Si Snubbins.
"Canter 'em a while now," said he. "Say, who taught you to ride like that?" "Nobody," answered Herman modestly. "I just picked it up." "A natchel-bawn race rideh. Sometimes you finds 'em. I wish't I could set a hawss down like that. Show me again." "It's easy," bragged Herman, and proceeded to demonstrate that statement.
"With Uncle Billy, Bachelor Billy they call him; him that dumps at the head, pushes the cars out from the carriage an' dumps 'em; don't you know Billy Buckley?" The man nodded assent and the boy went on: "He's been awful good to me, Uncle Billy has; you don't know how good he's been to me; but he ain't my uncle, he ain't no 'lation to me; I ain't got no 'lations 'at I know of; I wish't I had."
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