D'Ri and I by Irving Bacheller
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you could accomplish one or both captures. With respect, I am,
"Your Obedient Servant, "R. SHEAFFER, _General Commanding_." "They 'll be here," said D'ri. "They 'll be here jest es sure es God--'fore daylight, mebbe. But I can't fight er dew nothin' till I 've tied some vittles." "You shall have supper," said the baroness, who, without delay, went to the kitchen herself with a servant to look after it. The butler brought a pair of slippers and a dry coat, while I drew off the boots of my good friend. Then I gave him my arm as he limped to the kitchen beside me. The baroness and I sat near him as he ate. "Go upstairs and call the gentlemen," said she to the butler, "Do not make any disturbance, but say I should like to speak with them in the dining room." "Is thet air hired man o' yours a Britisher?" D'ri inquired as soon as the butler was gone. "He is--from Liverpool," said she. "Thet's the hole 'n the fence," said he. "Thet's where the goose got away." "The goose! The geese!" said the baroness, thoughtfully. "I do not understand you." |
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