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You couldn't guess it in a million years. I'd made a mistake in addition somewhere, an' soaked 'm ten per cent. more'n I'd expected. Talk about findin' money! Any time you want them couple of extra men to help out with the vegetables, say the word. Though we're goin' to have to pinch the next couple of months. An' go ahead an' borrow that four hundred from Gow Yum.
All quiet on Howth now. The distant hills seem. Where we. The rhododendrons. I am a fool perhaps. He gets the plums, and I the plumstones. Where I come in. All that old hill has seen. Names change: that's all. Lovers: yum yum. Tired I feel now. Will I get up? O wait. Drained all the manhood out of me, little wretch. She kissed me. Never again. My youth. Only once it comes. Or hers.
And I've left you the blushy side." What could I do? There she stood, fair, slim, bobbed-haired, green-kirtled, serious-eyed, carelessly juicy-lipped, holding up the peach. I, to whom all wall-fruit is death, bit into the side that blushed. She anxiously watched my expression. "Topping, isn't it?" "Yum, yum," said I. "Isn't it?" she said, taking back the peach. That's the beauty of childhood.
"How about that, Thad?" "You never said truer words," was the scoutmaster's comment. "Yum, yum, I don't know when I've enjoyed a supper like I have this one," Step Hen acknowledged. "I hope it ain't the last time I'll hear you say that," remarked Giraffe. "Hope so myself," returned the other, "because it'd be too bad if I had to quit eating at my tender age."
No one will come to save you!" snarled the bad fox, and just then, what do you think? Out from the fire rolled some of the potatoes Flop Ear was roasting for his friends. Out rolled two big potatoes, and the fox, seeing them, exclaimed: "Ha! What have we here? Something good to eat, I should say," and he smelled the baked potato. "Oh Yum yum!" he cried, and he smacked his lips.
"Say, boys, camping out with chicken and mince pie won't be bad, will it?" "Yum! yum!" was the only answer the others gave. By noon they found themselves on Lake Cameron. On one shore were the grim evidences of that terrible forest fire which had nearly cost the saw mill robber and the Felps' crowd their lives.
Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities. Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you'll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum.
The taking of a single drink of liquor would provoke that hand to close down and jerk them back to prison-cells. Nor had they freedom of movement. When old Gow Yum needed to go to San Francisco to sign certain papers before the Chinese Consul, permission had first to be obtained from San Quentin. Then, too, neither man was nasty tempered.
Moored there lay a handsome white sloop, some forty-two feet in length a boat of a good and seaworthy knockabout type. "This is a sloop, all right," Jack agreed, cordially. "Rather different from the lumbering fishing craft hereabouts." "Oh, hah, yum!" yawned Hal, at which Curtis shot a quick glance at him. "Come on board," invited Curtis, stepping down to the deck of the craft.
Then the money will pour in from the hotels and my books won't look so lopsided. And oh, Billy you'd never guess. Old Gow Yum has a bank account. He came to me afterward I guess he was thinking it over and offered to lend me four hundred dollars. What do you think of that?" "That I ain't goin' to be too proud to borrow it off 'm, if he IS a Chink. He's a white one, an' maybe I'll need it.
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