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"I intend to eat some myself," he replied with dignity. "Are they some kind of a varmint?" Dubiously. "Varmint?" "Pack-rat or weasel?" "Scarcely!" Wallie looked so injured that Pinkey said apologetically: "I was jest cur'ous." But inquired further: "Is that stuffin' or in'ards coming through the sewin' down the front of 'em?" "Forcemeat. I made it according to a recipe." "Indeed?" Politely.
Go ahead and baste the stuffin' out of him." He squatted down at the edge of the garden-patch, holding the impatient P.T. between his hands. "Usually in a reg'lar match I scruffle his feathers and blow in his eye, Cap'n, but I won't have to do it this time. It's too easy a proposition.
Theer was just a gell, an they'd stuffed her into a fish's skin and sewed 'er up; an when yo went close yo could see t' stuffin runnin out of her. An theer was a man as held 'er up by a wire roun her waist, an waggled her i' t' watter. But t' foak as had paid sixpence to coom in, they just took an tore down t' place, an they'd 'a dookt t' man an t' gell boath, if th' coonstable hadn't coom.
He was a keen man and an excellent judge of what was enough. "Shuh! Don't I know that, Jim! Why, after that big bloke licked the stuffin' out of you the other night, the boys said: 'Well, that's the last o' that little differculty! Jim Hackley'll never foller that up none, they says. And what'd I say?" "Well, what'd you say?" "I says, 'Hell! I says. 'You boys don't know Jim Hackley!"
Every one is sacrificin' somethin', and we mustn't be slack in doin' our part, the Lord knows it's precious little, and there won't be no stuffin' in this house for a consid'able spell. Ef I could save up enough to send a man to do my share of the fightin', I should be proud to do it.
Geoffrey?" "Like it, Miss Hermione? I abominate it!" "Oh!" "Say, Geoff," mourned Spike, "don't I get any stuffin' after all?" "Mr. Geoffrey, I've been wondering how you and Arthur met and where, and " "Gee, Hermy!" Spike exclaimed, "you sure do talk! If you go on asking poor old Geoff s' many questions, he'll forget t' serve himself this week. Look at his plate!" "Why, Mr.
"And let me tell you, John Adams," continued the sailor, when the pipe was fairly alight, "I've not smoked a pipe in such koorious circumstances since I lit one, an' had my right fore-finger shot off when I was stuffin' down the baccy, in the main-top o' the Victory at the battle o' Trafalgar. But it was against all rules to smoke in action, an' served me right.
Climb over on this side of the fence an' I'll lick seven kinds of stuffin' out of you in erbout a minute." "Keep your shirt on!" retorted Harding, "you won't lick nobody." He looked curiously at the maddened farmer. "Your name is Bishop, isn't it?" he asked, and I wondered how he happened to know. "Yes, my name's Bishop," was the sullen and defiant answer. "Jim Bishop?" "Yes; Jim Bishop."
Fate's cut yer heart in two an' oul Docther Time an' the care of God are about the only shure cures goin'." "Cudn't the ministher help a little if he was here, Anna?" "If ye think so I'll get him, 'Liza!" "He might put th' love of God in me!" "Puttin' th' love of God in ye isn't like stuffin' yer mouth with a pirta, 'Liza!" "That's so, it is, but he might thry, Anna!" "Well, ye'll haave 'im." Mr.
Them English stevedores generally rams th' stuffin' out av a ship in spite av th' marks they puts on 'em." Captain Sackett came from below and joined us. "I'd like to get that foremast aboard while it holds calm," said he; "and if you'll start the men, we'll have it done by noon. The sooner we all work together, the better.
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