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The plumber had sketched out the workin's of the thing elaborate to me, but I didn't see the need of spendin' the rest of the night passin' an examination in the subject. Besides, a few of the details I was a little vague about. "Very well, then," says Auntie. And she consents to make one more stab at retirin'. I couldn't help sighin' relieved when we heard her door shut.
Talk about your chariot race! Say, if we'd had Ben Hur aboard he'd been down on the floor, clawin' the mat. Twice we scraped fenders with passin' cars, and you could have traced every turn we made by the wheel paint we left on the curb corners. It was a game of gasoline cross-tag. We wasn't merely rollin'; we was one-stepping fox-trottin', with a few Loupovka motions thrown in for variety.
"We can't take 'em ourselves, and we've no time to round up any of the boys who might be passin' through." "So we jus' leave heah an' forgit it?" Webb demanded. "There's another way risky, but it might work. Take the Yankees off our trail and put them to doing something for us...." "Sic 'em in heah, eh?" Kirby was watching Drew with dancing eyes. "How?" "Yeah, how?
I doubt ef any of 'em has ever left 'thout passin' the name on not knowin' positive, but thess jedgin'. None o' mine ain't, I know, leastwise none of my direc' ancestors they couldn't have, an' me here, an' Sonny. Don't jump, doctor! That's the supper-bell. 'Tis purty loud, but that's on account o' my mother-in-law.
I points out all this to Barry as we strolls down from the theater district. "By jove!" says Barry. "Wonderful!" "Ain't it?" says I. "And all done without a change of wig or a jab of the needle. Now your part is easy. You simply drift down the side street, step into the shadow where the cab stand juts out, and when nobody's passin' you work the screws loose.
She hadn't got to th' pint where she cud dhrink champagne an' keep it out iv her nose. Th' passin' years had impaired all possible foundations f'r a new crop iv hair. Sometimes conversation lagged. "Mud Center is a long way fr'm th' Casino. Th' last successful exthravaganza that th' lady had seen was a lecture be Jawn B. Gough. She got her Eyetalian opry out iv a music box.
"We want tea, not warm water," he growled, lookin' sulky and passin' along both cups again. But she never opened her mouth; she wouldn't speak. She didn't even, look cross. She made a fresh pot of tea, and filled our cups again. She didn't even slam the cups down, or swamp the tea over into the saucers which would have been quite natural, considerin'.
My twa-year-auld bairn was standin' aboot the door, an' I was makkin' some porridge for my man's supper when I heard the bairny skirlin'. She came runnin' in to the hoose an' hung i' my wrapper, an' she was hingin' there, when I gaed to the door to see what was wrang. "It was the man I'd seen passin' the hoose.
Well, it ain't so lonesome now, in summer, as it used to be. Sometimes I used to have nearly the whole place to myself, summer nights, before they got to passin' these laws against tramps in the country, and lockin' 'em up when they ketched 'em. That drives 'em into the city summers, now; because they're always sure of a night's rest and a day's board here if they ask for it.
"The captain's orders, sir," persisted the voice rashly. Campbell leaped for the door and jerked it open a few inches. "Be off!" he cried; "or I'll set you passin' coal yourself, my fine lad! What? Will ye be asking questions? Is there no discipline? Mutiny, mutiny that's what this is!" "Aye, aye, sir!" murmured a rapidly retreating voice.
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