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But, passin' that over you see, the father, ould Denis an' be Gorra, he was very bright, too, till the son grewn up, an' drownded him wid the languidges the father, you see, ould Denis himself, tuck a faver whin the son was near a year in the college, an' it proved too many for him. He died; an' whin young Dinny hard of it, the divil a one of him would stay any longer in Maynewth.
"Oh, dear, no, doctor!" rippled out Miss Langham's voice, in willing accompaniment of the joke; "I'm sure you are perfectly charming!" "There 's a great deal o' passin' there, ain't there?" said Dr. Spearmint in his soft voice, turning to her. "Oh, my! oh, how funny! oh dear, yes, doctor; you've no idea!" "Some there 's worth "
Perhaps the best thing for you to do would be to go out to the small towns around Denver an' find out if any of the garage people noticed a car of that description passin' through. That would help a lot. It would give us a line on whether he went up Bear Cañon, Platte Cañon, into Northern Colorado, or south toward the Palmer Lake country."
Come to us about five o'clock: we're to have Father Finnerty, and Father Molony, his curate: all friends, man, all friends; and Denny, God guard him this day, will be home, afther passin' the Bishop, about four o'clock." "I always thought that gorsoon would come to somethin'. Why it was wondherful how he used to discoorse upon the chapel-green, yourself and himself: but he soon left you behind.
"They say," some other weaver would remark, "'at it was you Bell liked best." "I d'na kin," Sam'l would reply; "but there's nae doot the lassie was fell fond o' me; ou, a mere passin' fancy, 's ye micht say." Janet Balchrystie lived in a little cottage at the back of the Long Wood of Barbrax.
"It isn't cold and it isn't rainin', either. I tell you I don't need it, Hosy. Don't tuck me in any more. I feel as if I was goin' to France in a baby carriage, not a steamboat. And what are they passin' round those those tin dippers for?" "They may be useful later on," I said, watching the seas leap and foam against the stone breakwater. "You'll probably understand later, Hephzy."
When sunthin' made me look up, Faith wuz bendin' forward lookin' out of the winder, though she couldn't see anyone that wuz passin' on account of the ruff, and I see a look that I never see before on any face, it wuz all rousted up, illuminated, glad, triumphant, sad, glowin', blessed, and everything else. And I said, "What is it, Faith, what do you see?" Sez she, "I don't know."
From the pass, my road descends into the broad and cultivated valley of the Passin Su; the road is mostly ridable, though heavy with dust.
"Why, him that was passin' up the lane. I didn't see him till he was clean by and Middy had the flower. I don't know where in the world he could have got it, else, for we wasn't one step out of the lane, was we, Middy! That's the very truth." "But where were you when strangers were giving him flowers?"
Tira considered. "You see," she answered finally, "I've got my walkin' papers, as you might say. The baby's gone. 'Twas the baby that made trouble betwixt his father an' me. An' now there won't be no reason for my hidin' in the shack up there or even passin' the time o' day with you, either of you. An' that's a kind of a runnin' away, ain't it? Shouldn't you call it runnin' away?"
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