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"Come on down to the lake." "What're you goin' to do?" she asked. "I think he had better look for the 'g' you dropped," said Mrs. Martin with a laugh. "What 'g? asked Jan. "The one off 'going," was the answer. "You must be more careful of your words, Janet dear. Learn to talk nicely, and don't drop your 'g' letters."
Presently a foaming gush of bubbles showed that the sub ahead was blowing its tanks. The jetmarine followed as it surfaced and Bud hastily manned the periscope. "What're they up to?" Mel asked tensely. "Don't know yet, but the hatch is opening," Bud reported. Suddenly he gave an excited gasp. "Jumpin' jets! They're sending out a couple of frogmen!" Bud's companions were electrified by the news.
WHAT're you about! Snatch it! SNATCH it! There! there! Aft again! aft again! don't you hear me. Dash it to dash! are you going to SLEEP over it! 'VAST heaving. 'Vast heaving, I tell you! Going to heave it clear astern? WHERE're you going with that barrel! FOR'ARD with it 'fore I make you swallow it, you dash-dash-dash-DASHED split between a tired mud-turtle and a crippled hearse-horse!
If I'm not successful, then open up and blast us back to Mars!" "Roger, wait!" shouted Tom. "What's going on? What're you doing on that ship?" "I can't talk now," answered Roger. "Loring and Mason are on the ship with me. Remember ten minutes and if I don't contact you, then open fire!" Roger flipped off the teleceiver.
Neither do I ain't that funny? But gee, this is rougher'n any waves ever was on our lake. What're you goin' to do?" "Hold straight ahead, Jean," I answered. "Now, wouldn't you better go back to the others?" "Naw, I ain't scared much. I told Jimmy, I did, any pirate ought to be ashamed to get sick. But they're all scared. So'm I, some," he added frankly.
"I reckon he did," replied Pan, with a grim laugh. "Panhandle, this is getting sort of warm," she said, leaning across the table to him. "I'm not prying into your affairs. But I could be your friend. God knows I like a man." "That's the second compliment you've paid me tonight. What're you up to, Louise?"
"Bob's all right and so's Bert. They're both drunk, but Bob's the drunkes'. What're you talkin' about, anyhow?" "Be still!" his wife cried, sharply. "It's Bertie again." Then of Lorelei she inquired: "But why did you let him into your room if if you were going to quarrel " "Mrs. Fennell!" "Now, now! Don't be silly. Bertie didn't mean anything; he's intoxicated and there's no harm done.
At recess one day a week or so later he asked her if she was going to the first Senior Hop of the year. Lydia gave him a clear look. "Why do you ask me that? Just to embarrass me?" she said. Charlie looked startled. "Lord knows I didn't mean anything," he exclaimed. "What're you so touchy about?" Lydia's cheeks burned redder than usual.
I don't want Nellie's life ruined, that's all." "Look here, Elsa, what're you drivin' at?" Ma Turner was becoming wrought up. She knew there must be something behind these hints or Elsa would never venture on such thin ice with her. "Ye be'n't by any means jealous o' Nellie, be ye?" she asked, peering through her spectacles. "Heavens, no!" cried Elsa so convincingly that Mrs.
In the background, the slopes of the valley were dark green with pine and cedar. At the open door of the building Neale met Baxter face to face, and that worthy's greeting left Neale breathless and aghast, yet thrilling with sheer gladness. "What're you up against?" asked Neale. "The boss 'll talk to you. Get in there!" Baxter replied, and pushed Neale inside.
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