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“Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”,"Yep," he replied, "we saw that steer, too. We've been waitin' here, hopin' we'd hear your whistle. I wonder what time it's gettin' to be?","I know the West Indian islands," observed Etwald as they walked into the house, "and this day does remind me a little of the climate there; but it is scarcely hot enough.",His joys shall dance in ev'ry eye,,Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over.,They were fully a mile away from the place of terror before sheer exhaustion forced them to abate their wild speed and tumble in a heap beneath a big elm tree, along the trail of the forest.,"You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it her that called last week?" asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.,“That’s Flash; he always works for his breakfast,” Billy pompously approved.,"Well you do more than most people, then," said Billy. "The folks 'round here think I'm crazy, I guess, an' Joe Scraff—he's got an English setter dog an' shoots a lot; he told me that if he happened onto my quail an' partridge he'd bag as many of 'em as he could. I told him that if he shot my birds, he'd better watch out fer his white Leghorn chickens but he laughed at me.",Here they behold the faithful Biddy, craning her long neck up and down the road, and filled with wildest anxiety.,"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her.,"You are at Mangle Farm," returns she. Then, judging by the blank expression on his face that her words bring him no comfort, she continues with a smile, "That doesn't seem to help you much, does it?".