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"Tchah! what are you talking about?" said the major, picking up a leaf and holding it over his head. "Now, then, what colour is my face?" "Green," said Mark, smiling. "How stupid of me!" "Well, we will not call it stupid, my lad; but with so many real difficulties we must not make imaginary ones. Why, Mark, this voyage is making a man of you self-reliant, business-like, and strong.
"Yes." "Do I think as you could make a silk puss out of a sow's ear, Master Tom; and then cut this here yellow bit o' tater into sovereigns and put in it? No, sir, I don't. Pete's a bad 'un, and you can't make a good 'un out of him." "Not if he was properly taught?" "Tchah! you couldn't teach a thing like him. It'd all run through him like water through a sieve."
Them as you hears and don't see's rats; and them as you sees and don't hear's howls. What d'yer think o' that?" "It wasn't a rat, nor it wasn't a howl, as I see," said Peter solemnly; "but something gashly horrid, as looked down at me from up in the rafters of that there dark place, and it made me feel that bad that I didn't seem to have no legs to stand on." "Tchah!" cried the gardener.
This class of boy is very quick at picking up things; and if, after a few weeks, Grayson is disappointed and finds out his mistake, why, then, we have behaved in a neighbourly way to him and Helen, and there's an end of it." "But it seems so shocking for poor Eddy, my dear," remonstrated Lady Danby. "Fish! pooh! tchah! rubbish! not at all!"
"But someone ought to see it." "Well, someun has sin it. I showed it to owd Dave, and he said it weer all right. Tchah! what's the good o' doctors? Did they cure my ager?" "Well, go up and ask mother to give you some clean linen rag for it." "Ay," said the rabbit-trapper with a grim smile, "I'll do that."
"No, he's had enough of it, and if the others came back it wouldn't be six to one, but five to two two well-armed warriors, you and me," said the old man, proudly, as he made Marcus' shield clatter loudly as he tapped it with his sword. "You and me, boy," he repeated. "Tchah! They won't come on again. Why, back to back, you and me why, we are ready for a dozen of them if they came.
"The varmin! Time it were done, Master Mark. Oh yes, I'll pick out some lads who owe 'em a grudge, same as I do. You want eight of us? Me and seven more?" "You and Dummy, and six more." "Dummy! Tchah! He's no good." Dummy silently dug his elbow into his master's ribs, but it was unnecessary. "I want you and Dummy, and six men," said Mark decisively.
"But there is a gun on deck." "Tchah! A little brass pop-shot, to make signals with. The skipper had got some charges for her, and a few boxes o' cartridges in a locker; but I don't believe there's even the ghost of a magazine." "Then it's all an empty threat, Bob." "I don't say that, my lad, because though I never heard o' one there's room for half a dozen. All I say is, it aren't likely.
With her back arched and her tail almost as big as Tommy Fox's brush, Miss Kitty Cat turned and faced her pursuer. "HURRAH!" old dog Spot barked. At least, what he said sounded a good deal like that. He had cornered Miss Kitty Cat in the barn. And there was nothing he liked more than teasing anybody that was short-tempered as she was. "Tchah!" Miss Kitty hissed.
Where will you have the box as come down by's mornin's goods?" "On the footboard. Won't break us down, will it?" "Tchah! not it. On'y about a hundredweight." By the time the luggage was stowed on and about the fly, Uncle Richard came out, and expressed his satisfaction. "Rather a lonely place in winter, Tom," he said, as he entered the stably-smelling old fly.
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