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Within striking distance, he kicked savagely at Slane's stomach, but the weedy Corporal knew something of Simmons's weakness, and knew, too, the deadly guard for that kick.
With your sweater on over them nobody will ever know whether you have on a middy or not. We can carry you wet suit on a pole through the woods and it'll be dry by the time we get home, and you won't have to lose any time by going back to Mrs. Simmons's." "Great idea!" said Mary, brightening. "Are you really willing to divide your bloomers? I'd be ever so much obliged."
"I never did see what we were doing such a thing for, anyway stealing Mr. Simmons's cats and giving them to Mr. Van Ness." It was the girl alone who stood by her guns of righteousness. "I saw and I see," she declared, with dangerously loud emphasis. "It was only our duty to try to rescue poor helpless animals who don't know any better than to stay where they are badly treated. And Mr.
"No, Ketury was sot on havin' the barn cleaned, and she stood over me with a rope's end, as you might say. I couldn't get away a minute, though I made up more'n a dozen errands at Simmons's and the like of that. You hold on till I sneak into the entry and get my cap and we'll put for there now. I won't be but a jiffy. I'm worried."
Cheek me again, and you'll get smacked. We must see that all you duckies go to bed at twelve for a little nap. You shall have a nice beauty-sleep, you shall!" "Don't answer! Swallow it down!" muttered Jack Brady, laying his hand on Simmons's shoulder. "Let 'em have the last word if they're stuck on it. We're only wasting breath." "It's all very well, Brady, but they have treated us abominably!
Within striking distance, he kicked savagely at Slane's stomach, but the weedy Corporal knew something of Simmons's weakness, and knew, too, the deadly guard for that kick.
"She ain't got her specs, I guess, and thinks I'm Heman. That comes of ridin' astern of a span, Peabody." But as they drew near the Center flags were flying from front-yard poles. Some of the houses were decorated. "What in the world " began Captain Cy. "Land sakes! look at the schoolhouse. And Simmons's! And and Simpson's!" The schoolhouse flag was flapping in the wind.
He said that he could see it all now, and hinted at a guilty liaison between Master Simmons's mother and the head master, accusing the latter of having cooked the marks, as his expression was, in order to gain favour with the former." "You don't mean that?" "Yes, sir." "Egad, Jeeves! And then " "They sang the national anthem, sir." "Surely not?" "Yes, sir." "At a moment like that?" "Yes, sir."
He sat beside a rainwashed window, which commanded a view of the wide field between the Trumbull mansion and Jim Simmons's house, and he read about Robin Hood and his Greenwood adventures, his forcible setting the wrong right; and for the first time his imagination awoke, and his ambition.
Josiah Dimick has a unique faculty of grasping a situation and summing it up in an out-of-the-ordinary way. "I think," observed Josiah to the excited group at Simmons's, "that this town owes Cy Whittaker a vote of thanks." "Thanks!" gasped Alpheus Smalley, so shocked and horrified that he put the one-pound weight on the scales instead of the half pound. "THANKS! After what we've found out?
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