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It was made i' the first o' fashion, a' drawn i' the briest, an' shuders as big's smokit hams, wi' Mysie's bit facie lookin' oot atween them, like's she was sittin' in an auld-fashioned easychair. But, of coorse, I never bather my heid aboot what wey fowk's dressed. Mistress Mollison was juist as assorted as uswal.
He was as awkward in displaying that inchoate theatre as a newly-made father with his first-born. Pride and shame fought for dominion over him. Nellie was full of laudations. Ralph enjoyed the ladders. "I say," said Nellie, apprehensive for Maisie, on the pavement, "this child's exhausted already. How big's this park of yours? Because neither nurse nor I can carry her very far."
Bement stopped at one of the doors, and as he was raising the bar across it, he said: "Thar ain' on'y one feller 'sides Fennell in here. He's a Stockbridge feller, too. The cell ain' so big's the others. Genally thar's three or four together. I'll jess shet ye in, an come back for ye in a minit." He opened the door, and as the other stepped in, it was closed and barred behind him.
Her large stays, worn to the preaching the night before, were hanging on the back of a chair. "Ain't I glad I don' have to wear no corset when I puts on long pants?" remarked Billy, pointing to the article. "Ain't that a big one? It's twice's big's Aunt Minerva's." "My mama wears a big co'set, too," said Jimmy; "I like fat womans 'nother sight better 'n lean ones.
You ben gettin' ready to be married, and something big's been troubling you, and I bet they never gave you any lunch er else you wouldn't eat it, and you're jest natcheraly all in. Now you lie right here an' I'll make you some supper.
"It ain't half so good. This is the place. Now go and look, and see if old Big's coming back." I rose up again, and shading my eyes looked down to the cottage, beyond which the sea was glittering in the sun. "No," I said; "not yet. Yes, he is: here he comes." "Has he got it?" cried Bob. "I don't know," I replied, "he's so far-off; but he has got something. He's waving his handkerchief."
It was done in a moment; he let himself sink down, and turn, gave a spring as I turned my head round to watch him; the gunwale of the boat seemed to go down level with the water, and he was on board, while, before I could realise it, he was bending over me to get his arms under poor Big's and drag him into the boat, this time sending the gunwale so low that a quantity of water came in as well.
Min' 'at ye're Sir Gibbie, an' hae the honour o' the faimily to haud up, my man an' that ye can not dee an' drink. This cursit drink's been the ruin o' a' the Galbraiths as far back as I ken. 'Maist the only thing I can min' o' my gran'father a big bonny man, wi' lang white hair twise as big's me, Gibbie is seein' him deid drunk i' the gutter o' the pump.
I wuz born with a splint on my near fore ez big's a walnut, an' the cussed, three-cornered Hambletonian temper that sours up an' curdles daown ez you git older.
She concluded it must be "a chimley." "Great red curtains ahind him," added she, still conversing with her own little brain. "Lots o' great big bubbles on the walls all round. Big's a tea-kiddle! Lamps, I s'pose. There's that table. Where's the cups and saucers for the supper? And the tea-pot? "All the bodies everywhere had their bonnets on; why for?
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