But now, you see, I can carry the basket with one arm, as if it was an empty nutshell, and give you th' other arm to lean on.
Stick it in your frock, and then you can put it in water after.
There was scarcely time for more than a few hurried words before the train moved out from the queer little station, and with his head out of the window, Aynesworth waved his hand to the black-frocked child with her pale, eager face already stained with tears--a lone, strange little figure, full of a sort of plaintive grace as she stood there, against a background of milk cans
, waving a crumpled handkerchief!
But you can still drink, I hope"; Fatty at the same time mollified and invited, with his one hand deftly pulling the slip-knots that fastened his bundle.
He kissed his hand to her, sipped from his condensed milk can a man-size drink of druggist's alcohol, and to her again kissed her hand.
The room had some resemblance to the clay-floored halls in Holstein; a pretty numerous company, consisting of seamen, Copenhagen burghers, and a few scholars, sat here in deep converse over their pewter cans
, and gave little heed to the person who entered.
It's not that I care a whoop what becomes of you, but for the dogs' sakes I just want to tell you, you can
help them a mighty lot by breaking out that sled.
It is no pleasant picture I can conjure up of myself, Humphrey Van Weyden, in that noisome ship's galley, crouched in a corner over my task, my face raised to the face of the creature about to strike me, my lips lifted and snarling like a dog's, my eyes gleaming with fear and helplessness and the courage that comes of fear and helplessness.
He can only give you a boost on the path you eternally must tread.
Kill anything you can
, and so revenge yourself on those who with their bare hands untied could do as much to you
It was for sale as were also the coat hang- ers, patent suspender buttons, cans
of roof paint, bottles of rheumatism cure, and a substitute for cof- fee that companioned the honey in its patient will- ingness to serve the public.
The battered silver cans
and tankards, I suppose, and silver buckles, and broken spoons, and silver buttons of worn-out coats, and silver hilts of swords that had figured at court,- all such curious old articles were doubtless thrown into the melting-pot together.