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Johnny Blossom sat down upon a box, with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, and stared at Bob; but not a word passed his lips.,“Yes, you may go in; but you must wipe your feet well and shut the door softly and not stay so long as to tire him.”,“Biff on the eye!” she cried.,“If you still feel that way in the fall, I might take you along with me when I drift out. I’ll be going up north then, I think.”,She sighs, then looks at the sky, and—sighs again.,Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat. "They do say that Mr. Hinter visits the light-house regular every week. Have you heard that, Missus Keeler?","Glad to see you safely back, Captain Weaver," cried Miss Acton.,"He has often called you that; but,"—shyly,—"now that I have seen you, I don't think the name suits you a bit.","Nevertheless, you might have waived that fact, and sent down word you had a headache.",What I am, is just a poor foolish woman, who has a lot more heart than she can manage with the amount of brains she got with it at birth. I'm not any star in a rose-coloured sky, and I don't want to inspire anybody; it's too heavy an undertaking. I want to be a healthy, happy woman and a wife to a man who can inspire himself and manage me. I want to marry a thin man, and when I get to be thirty I want my husband to want me to be as large as Aunt Bettie, but not let me. An inspiration couldn't be fat, and I'm always in danger from hot cakes and chicken gravy.,Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy.,It was on this stream near the mountains that the Piegans were camped when Mīka´pi went to war. This was long ago..