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Pappy tol' him to whup him but not to stake him he'd stan' fer it wid'out de stakin' so I 'member he looked jes lak he was jumpin' a rope an' hollering', 'Pray Marser', ever time de strop hit 'im. "I neber got no whuppins frum Marse George 'cause he didn' whup de chulluns none. Li'l darky chullun played 'long wid white chullun.
'Dollar fifteen, I says anything so he should shut up with his hollering for what he seen in the window." "He seen something in the window he wanted, Abrahm?" "Didn't I tell you? A feedle! A four-dollar feedle! A moosicer, so we should have another feedler in the family for some thirty-cents lessons." "Abrahm you mean he our Leon wanted a violin?" "'Wanted, she says.
No whacking on the knuckles here any more. All serene, I tell you. You'll see. I don't know how I should got along without this institution, and I tell the manager so, every time I see him. That's him, hollering 'Next, out of that room there. It's a name he gives all of us; he knows it's a name we'll answer to. Don't you forget it when it comes your turn."
The boy backed water with his oars suddenly. "But no one on the river could make him stop and get aboard." "Yes, they could. My pap stopped one once. We was living down near Cairo, but not near a wharf." "How did he do it?" she asked, and her interest was intense. "Why, you just put up your hands like a trumpet and yell through them as loud as you can, and you go on waving and hollering.
"This won't do," said Ruth, briskly. "Whoever it is cannot get to us." "And we can't get to him!" cried Lluella. "I am going to try. I'll go alone. You girls keep hollering. I won't go out of earshot," promised Ruth. "Don't do it, Ruthie! You'll be lost," cried Helen. "Then whatever should we do?" "I won't get lost not if you girls continue to shout," returned her chum.
It's a wondher to me that th' ocean don't get tired iv growlin' an' roarin' at th' race iv men. They don't pay anny heed to it's hollering. Whin it behaves itsilf they praise it as though it was a good dog. 'How lovely our ocean looks undher our moon. Whin it rises in its wrath they show their contimpt f'r it be bein' sea-sick into it.
I heard the whoop again; it was behind me yet, but in a different place; it kept coming, and kept changing its place, and I kept answering, till by and by it was in front of me again, and I knowed the current had swung the canoe's head down-stream, and I was all right if that was Jim and not some other raftsman hollering.
"I was to the court, that's where I was." "To the court!" Abe exclaimed. "That's what I said," Morris continued. "We fixed that sucker, me and Sholy and Doctor Eichendorfer and Baskof. We got him for a summons for this afternoon two o'clock he should go to the Jefferson Market Police Court. Till four o'clock this morning them people upstairs sits up hollering and skiddering.
If you are telling me oncet you are telling me a hundred times about an Italiener family which they are living on top of you, Mawruss, and, to hear you talk, such Roshoyim you wouldn't believe existed at all." "Sure, I know," Morris admitted, "but there's Italieners and Italieners, Abe; and only last night them people sits up till two o'clock this morning shikkering and hollering.
"There it is again!" screamed Flossie. "Oh, mamma, mamma, come in my room quick!" Sandy grabbed hold of Freddie. "We're all right," whispered the brave little Freddie. "It's only the girls that's hollering." Then they both put their curls under the bedquilts. "Someone's playing the piano," Bert said to Harry; and, sure enough, a nocturnal solo was coming up in queer chunks from the parlor.
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