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...r art. At night he lights up a good cigar, and climbs into the little old ‘bus, and maybe cusses the carburetor, and shoots out home. He mows the lawn...

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...n- ing to the woman. ‘Yes sir, I think I can find one,’ replied the woman, bus- tling immediately to a basket. ‘This is the only one I’ve got, if it w...

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...hools; of the people, such as were tradesmen, he found in their workshops, bus- 243 Plutarch’s Lives ied about their several employments, and the bet... ...s, he went to his house and was told there that he was not at leisure, but bus- ied in considering how to give up his accounts to the Athe- nians; Alc...

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...y, as there were three of you.’ ‘As if we were going to stand six miles of bus with the Wolfe cub! No, Dusautoy brought his horse down with him, and I...

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... miles, when, at length coming up with it, he discovered it to be the last bus- tard in Great Britain, degenerated into a wingless state, and running ...

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...er he at last descends To like with less seraphic ends; Or to compound the bus’ness, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankin...

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...’s con- fidences. “I mean no woman has thought about him. When that comes; bus-hogya-all up’ I know. There are millions of women here. Housemaids, for...

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...een a carriage and a van, duck under the head of a cab-horse, and board a ‘bus going westward somewhere— but anyhow, going in exactly the reverse dire... .... So surely it must be— The policeman drops his hand. “Come up,” says the ‘bus driver, and the horses strain; “Clitter, clatter, cluck, clak,” the lin...

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...ll go to sleep. They return and M. compounds a four-finger peg. CAPT. G. O bus! bus! It’ll make me as drunk as an owl. CAPT . M. Curious thing, ‘twon’...

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...ince their arrival. “I’m all in a soak; there was a mess of people in the ‘bus. I wish you lived near a stytion,” said Miss Churm. I requested her to ...

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...seholder.’ ‘Do you sell much?’ ‘Now and again, but not often. There is my ‘bus. I must take it or lose half an hour. Good-bye, Dick.’ ‘Good-bye, Maisi...

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... Cr. £ s. d Mr. L.{ 13 10 4-1/2 By bus fares to South Cash in hand { Kensington (late)...

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..., as usual, at her needle, and Paul in the arm-chair close by Alfred, both bus- ied in choosing and cutting out pictures from Matilda’s ‘Il- lustrated...

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...eman of some fig- ure. Over whom hung, moreover, a kind of mysterious nim- bus as the principal or one of the principal writers in the Times, which ga...

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...cut short the conversa- tion. We walked in silence a little way, boarded a bus, then walked again. I don’t suppose that since the days of his child- h...

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..., for it keeps those searching eyes of yours away from my physiognomy, and bus- ies them with the worsted flowers of the rug; so puzzle on. Young lady... ...ndress me when a child. Old times crowded fast back on me as I watched her bus- tling about—setting out the tea-tray with her best china, cut- ting br...

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... 2 they chose to remove my brother from this gentle recluse to an active, bus- tling man of the world, the very anti-pole in character. What might be...