...xpanse of land and sea, then faced about with an impatient exclamation. On Sundays all the week-day regime of the family was deranged, and breakfast w... ...er attention divided between Howard—who was atrociously bad, as usual of a Sunday morning—and her father’s plate. Mr. Bessemer was as like as not to l... ...tairs with me in just five minutes,” announced T ravis, “and get ready for Sunday-school.” Howard knew that his older sister’s decisions were as the l... ...fied time, though not with- out protest. Once upstairs, however, the usual Sunday 8 Blix morning drama of despatching him to Sunday-school in present... ...ose ap- pellations were avowedly aliases. He told them of his meeting with Billy Isham, one of the club’s directors, and of the happy-go-lucky, reckle... ...a Panama liner. “Strike me!” continued Captain Jack, “you should have seen Billy Isham on that Panama dough-dish; a passenger ship she was, and Billy ... ...r some chapel or other, and this here pulpit was lashed on deck aft. Well, Billy had been most kinds of a fool in his life, and among others a play-ac... ...s mostly men folk aboard, and we lay around the deck in our pajamas, while Billy—Gaston Maundeville, dressed in striped red and white paja- mas—clum u... ...ns, recalling the incidents to each other. “Fancy!” exclaimed Condy—”fancy Billy Isham in his pajamas, red and white stripes, reading Shakespeare from...

... brought in the halved watermelon and set it in front of Mr. Bessemer?s plate. Then she went down to the front door for the damp, twisted roll of the Sunday morning?s paper, and came back and rang the breakfast-bell for the second time....

...whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite, in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny ... ...nd was arranging to begin on the bureau, when he was called off to dress for Sunday school. Mary gave him a tin basin of water and a piece of soap, an... ...erness.) Then Mary got out a suit of his clothing that had been used only on Sundays during two years — they were simply called his “other clothes” — ... ... the shoes snarling. Mary was soon ready, and the three children set out for Sunday school — a place that Tom hated with his whole heart; but Sid and ... ... top of it for a steeple. At the door Tom dropped back a step and accosted a Sunday dressed com The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 21 rade: “Say, Billy, g... ... accosted a Sunday dressed com The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 21 rade: “Say, Billy, got a yaller ticket?” “Yes.” “What’ll you take for her?” “What’ll ... ... fore finger inserted between its leaves, and commanded atten tion. When a Sunday school superin tendent makes his cus tomary little speech, a hymn...

...T MAN T MAN T MAN T MAN T MAN ‘It is the last time—’tis the last!’ —Scott. SUNDAYS WERE the ever-recurring centres of work and inter- ests to the litt... ...think this lady To be my child.’ —King Lear. NUTTIE, in her fresh holland Sunday dress, worked in crewels with wild strawberries by her mother’s hand... ... in- quiries about services and schools, and was aghast at hearing of mere Sundays and saints’ days. ‘Oh no! father isn’t a bit Ritualistic. I wish he... ...e that are crammed with all sorts of nonsense not fit for them.’ As to the Sunday school. Mother and the curate take care of that. I’m sure, if you li... ...of two, also yellow-locked and in deep mourning under his Holland blouse. ‘Billy-boy is riding to meet his daddy!’ was merrily called out both by moth... ...e. Whatever he takes in hand rights itself.’ ‘I’ll hope so. Oh, thank you! Billy-boy, say thank you! What a ride you have had!’ ‘Why are they in such ... ... mind, we are young and strong, and it will not be a bit the worse for the Billy-boy in the end to begin at the bottom of everything.’ 208 Nuttie’s F... ...are what you are, my Nan.’ ‘That’s right. While we have each other and the Billy-boy, nothing matters much. There’s plenty of work in us both, and tha... ... La Marque rosebud and three lilies of the valley. ‘Take it to Mr. Dutton, Billy-boy; I think he knows how the flowers came into the garden. Y ou shal...

... with clothes all wet, Refusing medical aid. Y ee Bow THEY got me into the Sunday-school In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesu... ...For skipping the light fantastic, or passing the plate; For Pinafore, or a Sunday school cantata; For men, or for money; For the people or against the... ...this stinking room in the rattle-trap “Commercial.” And compelled to go to Sunday School, and to listen To the Rev. Abner Peet one hundred and four ti... ...untain. Peleg Poague HORSES and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a deer, With an eye of fire, keen to ... ...der with different moulds To mould the metal over. Henry Phipps I WA S the Sunday-school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And th... ...e bank, Wedded to Rhodes, daughter, My week days spent in making money, My Sundays at church and in prayer. In everything a cog in the wheel of things... ...e out your gun, you duffer, give me reason To draw and kill you. Take your billy out. I’ll crack your boar’s head with a piece of brick!” But never a ...

...ravity of his air. The same week he bought a new razor; and the succeeding Sunday he entered the meeting-house with a red silk handkerchief in his han... ...m a suspicious-looking box, that smelled powerfully of brimstone. The next Sunday he was married, and the following morn- ing he entered a one-horse s... ...d once or twice essayed to introduce the Episcopal form of service, on the Sundays that the pulpit was vacant; but Richard was a good deal addicted to... ...ion had previously occupied the field, by engaging the academy , the first Sunday after his arrival was allowed to pass in silence; but now that his r... ...not worth so much as a damn! Mayhap you may be thinking too that the Royal Billy isn’t so good a ship as the Billy de Paris; but she would have licked... ...der; so, as you have nothing, we can have but one shot for it. I know that Billy Kirby is out, and means to have a pull of the trigger at that very tu... ... so much about it, But I’ll give the lad a chance for his turkey; for that Billy Kirby is one of the best marksmen in the country; that is, if we exce... ...g in his usual manner, he threw the piece over his shoulder, and said: “If Billy Kirby don’t get the bird before me, and the Frenchman’ s powder don’ ... ...gunnery . The chief speaker was the man who had been mentioned by Natty as Billy Kirby . This fellow, whose occupation, when he did labor, was that of...

...e told me to go away and think it over. Said he would preach about it next Sunday… . Well, a swishing isn’t a likely thing anyhow. But I would… . Ther... ...grief. Latham’s voice came out of the darkness. “This atheism that you and Billy Prothero have brought into the school—” He started violently at anoth... ...fore her they must wear a bravery. He couldn’t, for instance, tell her how Billy Prothero, renouncing vanity and all social pretension, had worn a str... ...nsisted upon himself— except quite at the wrong moment. And there was this Billy Prothero. Billy! Like a goat or something. People called William don’... ...e somewhere. Any form of William stamps a weak- ness, Willie, Willy, Will, Billy, Bill; it’s a fearful handle for one’s friends. At any rate Poff had ... ...ds. At any rate Poff had escaped that. But this Prothero! “But who is this Billy Prothero?” she asked one evening in the walled garden. “He was at Min... ...hat make up herself. The art of love is patience till the gleam returns….” Sunday and Monday did much to develop this idea of the intricate complexity... ...hat had barred him from any intimate talk with her throughout the whole of Sunday. The front door stood open, the passage hall was empty, but as he he...

...he fashions, or reading 4 Men’s Wives Cumberland’s “British Theatre.” The Sunday Times was her paper, for she voted the Dispatch, that journal which ... ...ot laid up with a surfeit of bullock’s heart, my name’s not Howard Walker. Billy, as I call him, was in the chair, and gave my health; and what do you... ...y at the ‘Star and Garter’ at Richmond to an early 37 Thackeray dinner on Sunday next. “If agreeable, Mr. Eglantine’s carriage will be at your door a... ...old the ladies to look out for a certain new coat he was going to sport on Sunday; and of course Mr. Walker happens to call the next day with spare ti... ...whole secret was laid bare to him—how the ladies were going to Richmond on Sunday in Mr. Snaffle’s clarence, and how Mr. Eglantine was to ride by thei... ...t gentleman, and to learn from him what horse Mr. Eglantine was to ride on Sunday. The monster Walker had fully determined in his mind that Eglantine ...

...oved here, read thrillers at midnight and lain in beautiful indolence on a Sunday morning, there were no signs of it. It had the air of being a very g... ... years, but I give it hard service; never drive less ‘n a hundred miles on Sunday and, uh—Oh, I don’t really think you got stuck, George. In the long ... ... collected fifty or sixty announcements, from annual reference-books, from Sunday School periodicals, fiction-magazines, and journals of discussion. O... ...ss-walled room of wicker chairs and swinging couch in which they loafed on Sunday after- noons. Outside only the lights of Doppelbrau’s house and the ... ...ointed out the Fallacies of Doane. Once, in the rotogravure section of the Sunday Advocate-Times, there was a photograph of Babbitt and a dozen other ... ... militiamen grinned and an- swered only, “Sure, that’s right. Keep moving, Billy!” Babbitt thrilled over the citizen-soldiers, hated the scoundrels wh...

...an, a generous man. He’s just that, and that charitable! You know he has a Sunday-school over on the West Side, a Sunday-school for mission children, ... ...e interested in that than in his business. He wants to make it the biggest Sunday-school in Chicago. It’s an ambition of his. I don’t want you to thin... ...out supporting a ward in the Children’s Hos- pital for the children of his Sunday-school that get hurt or sick. You see he has nearly eight hundred bo... ...eated his bid. “Ah, go to bed,” protested Hirsch. “He’s the man who struck Billy Paterson.” “Say, a horse bit him. Look out for him, he’s going to hav... ...Jadwin’s trotters. He even had the Cresslers and Laura over to his mission Sunday-school for the Easter fes- tival, an occasion of which Laura carried... ...ross a boy in the Bible class; I guess he’s about sixteen; name is Bradley—Billy Bradley, father a confirmed drunk, mother takes in washing, sister—we... ...summoned and found to have been in fault only in his eagerness to please. “Billy,” said Jadwin, to the old man at the conclusion of the whole matter, ... ...do you think of it?” “It’s about as ingenious a scheme as I ever heard of, Billy,” answered Cressler. “You can’t lose, with Crookes back of it.” “Well... ...asting fortunes.” 215 Frank Norris “I don’t want any everlasting fortune, Billy Freye,” pro- tested Cressler. “Look here, Billy. You must remember I’...

...al skill. The garden was a distinguishing thing to the farm, and when on a Sunday he walked home from church among full June roses, he felt the odour ... ...quare-built, and look- ing as if he had worn to toughness; with an evident Sunday suit on: black, and black gloves, though the day was only antecedent... ...ay suit on: black, and black gloves, though the day was only antecedent to Sunday. “Let me help you, sir,” she said, and her hands came in contact wit... ..., like a fresh planet to which she was being beckoned. At breakfast on the Sunday morning, her departure was necessarily spoken of in public. Robert t... ...iple. This story of yours cannot be true. Nothing reconciles it.” “Oh, Sir Billy will be rusty; that stands to reason,” Algernon assented. “It mayn’t ... ...efeated North-countryman on his astonished zigzag to his flattish-bottomed billyboy, all in the cheery sunrise on the river—yo-ho! ahoy! Glorious Robe... ... Ned, I never guessed it before; but I rather fancy you got clear with Sir Billy the banker by wash- ing in my basin—eh, did you?” 166 Rhoda Fleming ... ...f. Ask me now, and I’ll do anything on earth for you. My back’s broad. Sir Billy can’t think worse of me than he does. Do you want to break positively... ...s a stiff pull on your banker, and that reminds me, you couldn’t go to Sir Billy for it; you’d have to draw in advance, by degrees anyhow, look here:—...

... house—been empty ever since; a log house, with a plank roof—just one big room, and no more; no ceiling—nothing between the rafters and the floor. Wel... ...f it had not been so dark and solemn and awful there in that lonely, vast room, I do believe I should have said something then which could not be put ... ...e mother-tongue— and then he limbered up the muscles of his mouth and turned himself loose—and with such a relish! Some of his words Mark Twain 98 we... ...e, and said he’d take me home in August, whether I was done with my education or not, but durn him, he didn’t come; never said why; just sent me a ham... ...ooking, and only then when the observer has a green, naturalistic look, and seems to be taking notes. This amounts to deception, and will injure him f... ...open and close, what the plays are to be, and the price of seats; or what is the newest thing in hats; or how the bills of mortality average; or “who ...

...irritated even him. Let us hope he never knew the insult. ‘Only think, old Billy Gazy, ’ said Spriggs, who rejoiced in greater youth than his brethren... ... ‘a hundred a year, and all to 33 Anthony Trollope spend; only think, old Billy Gazy’; and he gave a hideous grin that showed off his misfortunes to ... ...e a hideous grin that showed off his misfortunes to their full extent. Old Billy Gazy was not alive to much enthusiasm. Even these golden prospects di... ...w. ’ ‘Take hold, you old cripple,’ said Handy, thrusting the pen into poor Billy’s hand: ‘there, so—ugh! you old fool, you’ve been and smeared it all—... ... as ever was writ- ten’: and a big blotch of ink was presumed to represent Billy Gazy’s acquiescence. ‘Now, Jonathan,’ said Handy, turning to Crumple.... ...l it might suffice; but how was he to chant the litany at the cathedral on Sunday mornings, and get the service done at Crabtree Parva? True, Crabtree... ...me of seventy-five pounds a year. Here he performs afternoon service every Sunday, and administers the Sacrament once in every three months. His audie... ...or of Barchester; and it is very rarely the case that those who attend the Sunday morning service miss the gratification of hearing him chant the Lita...

...liciting advertisements for the college magazine. She was on the peak that Sunday afternoon when she played in chapel. Out of the dusk her violin took... ...of Carol’s sister’s husband lived in Winnetka, and once invited her out to Sunday dinner. She walked back through Wilmette and Evanston, discov- ered ... ... blue and lonely Carol who trotted to the flat of the Johnson Marburys for Sunday evening supper. Mrs. Marbury was a neighbor and friend of Carol’s si... ... Carol found the Marburys admiring and therefore admirable. This September Sunday evening she wore a net frock with a pale pink lining. A nap had soot... .... A vista of heavy oak rockers with leather seats, asleep in a dismal row. Billy’s Lunch. Thick handleless cups on the wet oilcloth- covered counter. ... ...an Church. Here in the city there’d be lovely sermons, and church twice on Sunday, every Sunday! And a movie show! A regular theater, just for movies.... ...n him.” Mrs. Bogart went thoroughly into the rumor that the girl waiter at Billy’s Lunch was not all she might be—or, rather, was quite all she might ... ... apron spotted with dry blood was hoisting out a hard slab of meat. Behind Billy’s Lunch, the cook, in an apron which must long ago have been white, s...

... kers perfectly plain.” “Yes, and the very colors in them loud coun trified Sunday clothes – plaid breeches, green and black —” “Cotton velvet westco... ... hadn’t spoken so, and then he says, very gentle: “But you needn’t say that, Billy; I was took sud den and irritable, and I ain’t very well these day...

... and as a nation we can sport the Ritz, or the Empire, Gaby Deslys and the Sunday newspapers. It is very dreary.’ Gerald took a little time to re-adju... ...looked at him as he sat crouched on the bank. There was a certain priggish Sunday-school stiffness over him, priggish and detestable. And yet, at the ... ...the same time this ridiculous, mean effacement into a Salvator Mundi and a Sunday-school teacher, a prig of the stiffest type. He looked up at her. He... ...Over all the outlying district was a hush of dreadful excite- ment on that Sunday morning. The colliery people felt as if this catastrophe had happene... ... children were peeping at him round the corner. ‘Go and get undressed now, Billy and Dora,’ said Ursula. ‘Mother will be back soon, and she’ll be disa... ... role perfectly of two obedient children. ‘Shall you take us to bed!’ said Billy, in a loud whisper. ‘Why you are angels tonight,’ she said softly. ‘W... ...ight to Mr Birkin?’ The children merged shyly into the room, on bare feet. Billy’s face was wide and grinning, but there was a great so- 191 lemnity ... ...th. Dora drifted away at once, like a leaf lifted on a breath of wind. But Billy went softly forward, slow and willing, lifting his pinched-up mouth i... ...boy’s round, con- fiding cheek, with a faint touch of love. Neither spoke. Billy seemed angelic like a cherub boy, or like an acolyte, Birkin was a ta...

... hush ing it; midway she stopped, suddenly. She had caught sight of her new Sunday gown—a cheap curtain calico thing, a conflagration of gaudy colors... ... asked to run for the mayoralty Saturday night, he was risk ing defeat, but Sunday morning found him a made man and his success assured. The twins we... ...arly a week had drifted by, and still the thing remained a vexed mystery. On Sunday Constable Blake and Pudd’nhead Wilson met on the street, and T om ... ...tch!—en The Tragedy of Pudd nhead Wilson - Mark Twain 104 de ole watchman, Billy Hatch, he ‘uz a noddin’ on de com panionway;—en I knowed ‘em all; ... ...y for the duel. Count Luigi was waiting, too; but not patiently, rumor said. Sunday came, and Luigi insisted on having his challenge conveyed. Wilson ...

...eyond the park. People were drifting brightly from church. How could it be Sunday! It was no time; it was Romance, going back to T ristan. Women, like... ...nd waited drearily on Newport station, where the wind swept coldly. It was Sunday, and the station and the island were desolate, having lost their pur... ...int ways of this or the 115 D. H. Lawrence other; they joked loudly over ‘Billy’—this being a nickname discovered for the German Emperor—and what he ... ... it passed through Portsmouth, Siegmund remembered his coming down, on the Sunday. It seemed an indefinite age ago. He was thankful that he sat on the... ..., as if resuming a conversation. ‘Shall it be Hampton Court or Richmond on Sunday?’ ‘I say, as I said before,’ replied Beatrice: ‘I cannot afford to g... ...d Beatrice: ‘I cannot afford to go out.’ ‘But you must begin, my dear, and Sunday shall see the beginning. Dîtes donc!’ ‘There are other things to thi...

... come, the good old twinkling team of three, and the four of the Wain! Old Billy Goat knows them too! Up he gets, and all in his wake “Ha- ha-ha” he c... ... North- ern Cross and dreamily linked together the cross and crown. Easter Sunday morning came dawning, but no one looked to see the sun dance, even i...

...ound judgement, easy motions, proper dress, and general good character. On Sundays he was a man of misty views, rather given to postponing, and hamper... ... pepper and salt mixture. Since he lived six times as many working days as Sundays, Oak’s appearance in his old clothes was most peculiarly his own — ... ... occasional gleam of silvery sunshine, Oak put the lamb into a respectable Sunday basket, and stalked across the fields to the house of Mrs Hurst, the ... ...eat and the carelessly ornate — of a degree between fine market day and wet Sunday selection. He thoroughly cleaned his silver watch chain with whiting... ...dy cattle be as proud as a lucifer in their insides.’ ‘Ay — so ’a do seem, Billy Smallbury — so ’a do seem.’ This utterance was 36 THE FAIR—THE JOURN... ...e! — I mane a bad servant and a good master O, Mark Clark — come! And you, Billy Smallbury — and you, Maryann Money — and you, Jan Coggan, and Matthew... ...n, shouting to the others to get him a bough and a ladder, and some water. Billy Smallbury — one of the men who had been on the waggon — by this time ... ...owever, my son William must have knowed the very man afore us — didn’t ye, Billy, afore ye left Norcombe?’ ‘No, ’twas Andrew,’ said Jacob’s son Billy,... ...ungest daughter, Liddy, were over at my grandson’s christening,’ continued Billy. ‘We were talking about this very family, 46 THE MALTHOUSE—THE CHAT—...

...His Christian name was Gabriel, and on working days he was a young man of sound judgement, easy motions, proper dress, and general good character. On Sundays he was a man of misty views, rather given to postponing, and hampered by his best clothes and umbrella: upon the whole, one who felt himself to occupy morally that vast middle space of Laodicean neutrality which lay b...

...an running the last issue of the week on Satur- day night, which is to say Sunday morning, after the custom of a London paper. This was a great conven... ... so help me!’ and he brings forward that same Chief that I left at Bashkai—Billy Fish we called him afterward, because he was so like Billy Fish that ... ...ke hands with him,’ says Dravot; and I shook hands and nearly dropped, for Billy Fish gave me the Grip. I said nothing, but 74 The Phantom Rickshaw a... ...s. We gave them names according as they was like men we had known in India—Billy Fish, Holly Dilworth, Pikky Kergan, that was Bazaar-master when I was... ...vot raised such as was worthy—high priests and Chiefs of far-off villages. Billy Fish was the first, and I can tell you we scared the soul out of him.... ...call four priests together and say what was to be done. He used to call in Billy Fish from Bashkai, and Pikky Kergan from Shu, and an old Chief we cal... ...” “I haven’t any time for reading, except when you let me sit here, and on Sundays I’m on my bicycle or down the river all day. There’s nothing wrong ...