Multihand Blackjack

Multihand Blackjack appeared in her eyes as at least a mild type of a hero--and then it was "Fell out o' a tree," he managed to say. "Struck my head on a limb.",“Are you hungry, Isobel?” questioned her mother.,“Yes, but it is so sad.”,"Well, you kin bet I jest will do it," promised Anson.,"It's the best ever," she declared. "I'll 'wagger,' as Hannah Ann says, that you lift the medal."，"Later on, my friend Cain," said the major, grimly. "You will have quite enough to do to save your neck from the halter."，“Don’t Betty look jist too sweet,” she murmured when she had finally located the child, “Her hair looks as ef she had got tangled up in the milky way an’ there was nothin’ on it but star-dust.”，Every one looked at him as he stood beside the Admiral—such a little boy, with comical, freckled nose and smooth, brown hair. He looked up at his big, stalwart uncle who was reading about him, Johnny Blossom!Judith gave her pale locks a toss. "Why, we're all doing it!" she crowed. "You two in the Academy, and I at home here in my diary and my stories! Aren't we a talented lot!"

"Are you a man, to make me such a speech?" she says, passionately, fixing her eyes upon him with withering contempt.,"I think it more likely that it was Griffin herself," said Elinor with spirit. "She's such a wild, harum-scarum thing, and she does love to tease.","Part of your leg, just below your knee," returns Mr. Darling, undaunted. "Well, when I got up at last, I found a capital place to sit in, with a good branch to my back, and I was so pleased with myself and my exploit that I really think—the day is warm, you know—I fell asleep. At least I can remember nothing until voices broke upon my ear right below me.",Each bank and root of mossy tree is studded with pale primroses that gleam like stars when the morning rises to dim their lustre. My lady's straw-bed spreads its white carpet here and there; the faint twitter of birds is in the air, with "liquid lapse of murmuring streams;" every leaf seems bursting into life, the air is keen but soft, the clouds rest lightly on a ground of spotless blue; the world is awake, and mad with youthful glee as,"And the scratch is made by means of the wand of sleep?",Do paint the meadows with delight.",“Do you think—” began the other boy.,Self-contained as ever, Etwald looked up at the wall near him, and seemed to be considering a decoration of savage arms, which looked barbaric and wild, between two oil-paintings. When Jen came back with the cigars, his gaze followed that of his guest, and he made a remark about the weapons.,“All right. I’m off!”,She broke off in amazement at the familiar grin of one of the most glittering queens. "Griffin, of all people!" she cried, delightedly, and held out an eager hand.,"Then why don't you go back?" suggests Mona, simply.,"Heaven," repeats he, with a sigh. "I have forgotten to think of heaven.".