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Bob showed her how to cast the bait by whirling it round and round and then let it fly out into the water. She tried several times until she got the knack of doing it, then threw in both lines and tied them fast to the thorn bushes. "How long'll I have to wait before I catch a turtle, Bob?" she asked, as they started for the house.
How long'll it take to finish up thet air net, darter?" "Not much longer; but isn't it early to start, father? The ice is hardly broken up, is it?" "Waal, it's breakin' fast, Sairay; another day or two like this'll fetch it, an' it's 'first come best haul, ye know, nowadays, sence all creation's got to runnin' to the Banks.
"I'm awfully sorry I made you mad," Henley stammered. "You know, Dixie, I wouldn't say a thing for worlds that would " Dixie laughed. "You couldn't make me mad at you to save your life, Alfred. I'm mad at myself, that's all, for starting out on such a silly jaunt. I might have knowed that it would be hard to put this thing through in any decent shape. I don't care what Long'll say or think.
"Well done, Knapp!" muttered the Parson, swallowing his excitement. "Good little boy! Good little b-o-y! If he lives through this, he shall have a pint o beer to his breakfast to-morrow, by God he shall. Piper! how long'll they take getting here?" "Why, sir, a little better'n half an hour, I reckon. Drop down by Motcombe, through Upperton, and down along Water Lane." The Parson turned to Kit.
The Mary Ann was a small schooner, about fifty feet long and twenty feet wide. However, who cared, when they were off to the mines and this was one way to get there? "How long'll it take us, to Sacramento, captain?" hailed one of his passengers.
He brushed a butterfly kiss across her left eyebrow, and together they strolled back into the house, and as he went up to bed, Warble went down to the pantry to see about something. "I d-don't belong to Butterfly Thenter," Warble sobbed, "I don't b-belong and I-m g-going away " "All right," Petticoat said, cheerfully, "how long'll you be gone?" "It may be four yearth and it may be eleven "
And we'll just have to stay here till the bees get cooled down." "How long'll that be?" inquired the Babe dismally. It was hard to sit still in the hot fir thicket, with that burning, throbbing smart in his ear and two little points of fierce ache in his leg. Uncle Andy was far from happy himself; but he felt that the Babe, who had behaved very well, must have his mind diverted.
"How many central-span sections have you stacked up out here?" "All 'cept four north-side 'uns. Last come this mornin'. In yards yet." "How long'll it take us to rig a cable tram from the traveller across to the north 'lever?" "Huh?" demanded McGraw blankly. "We'll run the north-side steel across by tram, and push the work from both ends.
Hit's the truth the plow does bury the buffler, an' fer keeps! Ye kain't kill a plow, ner neither kin yer scare hit away. Hit's the holdin'est thing ther is, ma'am hit never does let go." "How long'll we wait here?" the older woman demanded. "Anyhow fer two-three days, ma'am. Thar's a lot has got to sort put stuff an' throw hit away here.
"How long do these things keep one afloat?" he inquired. "Long enough to freeze solid," replied an ambulance driver. "Did we get the Hun?" asked McKay of the petty officer. "Naw," he replied in disgust, "but the destroyers ought to nail him. Look out, sir you'll go sliding down that slippery toboggan!" "How long'll she float?" asked the young ambulance driver. "This ship?
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