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I'm right blind in the eyes!" wailed Deanie. "I wish Sis' Johnnie would come. I wish't she would!" "Uh-huh," commented Bob Conley, who had strolled up in the old man's wake. "Reckon Sis' Johnnie would run things to suit her an' you, Himes, you can cuss me out good an' plenty, but I take notice you seem to have trouble makin' your own family mind." "You shut your head," growled Pap.
"I done the best I know'd how fer him!" said his wife with an injured air. "Wasted most a quart o' good flour on his worthless hide! Wish't he'd broke his neck 'stead of the only pot I got that's big enough to bile the pig's feed in!" "Well, you done jest about right, I reckon, Mandy," replied Jabe, ashamed of his suspicions.
He sat down on the bench and pulled her down beside him, his arm about her. "Annie, baby, are y' happy?" She put her cheek against his shoulder and shut her eyes. "I'm so happy I wouldn't darst be any happier." "You're not sorry you picked up with me so quick? You don't wish't you'd stayed down in Balt'mer and got you a city beau?" "I'd rather be with you here than any place in the world.
We've been playin' it low down on them two folks, and for one, I wish't I was out of it. Pinto, this here particular trusted henchman has shore got cold feet right here." He trailed behind the buckboard hour after hour, dropping back into a gully for concealment now and then, and putting off the unpleasant hour of meeting as long as possible.
"Well, one night George " she was continuing with relish, when Min pulled at her sleeve and, with a sort of affectionate impatience, said, "Oh, f've'vens' sakes ma!" "Yes, I'm coming," said Mrs. Tolley, recalled. "Wish't you played 'five hundred, Mr. Fo'ster," she added politely. "I don't play either that or old maid," said Paul, distinctly. This remark was taken in good part by the Tolleys.
Welles did not set him straight, only stared down at the ground with a pale, bothered-looking face and sort of twitched his mouth to one side. The little boy moved over closer to him, and said, looking up at him with all his might, "Aw, Mr. Welles, I wish't you wouldn't! I like your being here. There's lot of things I've got planned we could do together."
"And what is the country like on ahead, where where we're going?" "It's in a valley like, ma'am," said Sim Gage. "There's mountains on each side they come closest down to the other fork, near in where I live. That fork's just as clean as glass, ma'am you can see right down into it, twenty feet " Then suddenly he caught himself. "That is, I wish't you could.
It isn't your real name, is it?" he asked, with a friendly look. Tode puckered his forehead into a puzzled frown at the question. "N-no," he answered, slowly. "There's some more to it, but I can't think what 'tis. Wish't I could." "You've no father or mother?" "No never had none since I's big enough to know anything," was the careless reply. Mr. Scott laid his hand kindly on the lad's shoulder.
On'y 'tain't much good for tackling a bear. Wish't the bears ud get as scarce as the panthers! Then we'd be rid o' two master pests. Hello! Don't y'u git to tumbling out jist yet! That's on'y a circumstance to the jolts there'll be when we strike a bit o' corduroy road."
He rose and gazed down at her with solemn pity written upon his countenance. "Ma'am," he said, "I don't like to see you take on. I wish't you wouldn't. Why, I've seen men shot like Dan Anderson is, bullets clean through the middle of their body, and them out and frisky in less'n six weeks." "He will live?" "Oh, well," and Curly rubbed his chin in deliberation, "I can't say about that.
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