Red Dice Set

Red Dice Set XVIII. Alone in Paris "I don't know, sir. I never was abroad before, an' I'm dead bate now, an' the bag's like lead.",“Oh, I’m going to give them to Nils the fisherman.”,"A nice time to offer such advice as that," says Rodney, moodily. "But I shan't take it. Mona,"—seizing her hands and speaking more in passionate excitement than even in love,—"say at once you will keep your word and marry me.",I had about decided to burn this book, because I shan't need it any longer, for he says he and Billy and I are going to play so much golf and tennis that I shall keep as thin as he wants me to without any more melting, or freezing, or starving, but perhaps he would like to read the little red book.,“We’re going to my shack to talk this out. Come along. I want Feather-in-the-Wind and Jerry too. Hoyt, find Mr. Taylor and ask him to report to me at once!”，“Yes, Aunt Grenertsen.”，“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”，Hidden safely behind a clump of cedars Billy had watched and listened. He had heard Scroggie tell the storekeeper that he and his family had come to Scotia to stay and that he intended to cut down the timber of the big woods. He had then demanded that Spencer turn over to him a certain document which it seemed old man Scroggie had left in Caleb's charge some months before his death. Billy had seen Spencer draw the man a little apart from the others, who had gathered close through curiosity, and had heard him explain that the paper had been taken from his safe on the night of the robbery of his store. Scroggie had, at first, seemed to doubt Caleb's word; then he had grown abusive and had raised his riding-whip threateningly. Here Billy, having heard and seen quite enough, had acted. Placing his basket gently down on the sward he had picked up an egg and with the accuracy born of long practice in throwing stones, had sent it crashing into Scroggie's face. Gasping and temporarily blinded, Scroggie had wheeled his horse and galloped away."I like it better than the land of the Amorites and the Hittites," she responded so promptly that the other gaped.

CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.,"Well, sir, when I brought a message from Dr. Etwald 'bout that devil-stick--",“This shore has been a toilin’ day fer me,” sighed Mrs. Wopp, as she opened the oven door and revealed a tempting array of loaves, their brown domes swelling up and over the sides of shining black pans.,"It is very hard on Sir Nicholas," says Mona, who would not call him "Nick" now for the world.,"Oh, Mona, do go—do," entreats Doatie, who is in tears. "Poor, poor fellow! I wish now I had not been so rude to him.",“Saved my life, I reckon, is all you did. It must have been some job, too, although I don’t know how you did it.”,"That gives me the creeps," she remonstrated. "I don't like it. It sounds like funerals and ghosts——",There is no vehement applause as Mona takes her fingers from the keys, but every one says, "Thank you," in a low tone. Geoffrey, going up to her, leans over her chair and whispers, with some agitation,—,“Is that one of your acquaintances?”,Slowly at last I lifted the blue muslin, twenty-three-inch waist shroud and let it slip over my head and fall slimly around me. I was fastening the buttons behind and was fumbling the next one into the buttonhole when I suddenly heard laughing excited voices coming up the side street that ran just under my west window. Something told me that Alfred had come by the five-down train instead of the six-up, and I fairly reeled to the window and peeped through the venetian blind.,"Yes, to see you," she replied, with a serious face. "In order to talk with you about my last visit--on that terrible night.","Say," he remarked, hesitatingly, "you got a great laugh, Billy.".