The chances are small of yees iver gitting another glimpse of heaven--that is, of Miss Cora's face.
The darlint; if she's gone to heaven, then Teddy McFadden don't care how soon somebody else wears out his breeches--that is, on the presumption that St.Peter will say, 'Teddy, me lad, ye can inter an' make yerself at home, to be sure!'" The husband and wife glanced at each other significantly as the fellow rattled on.
"Wait a moment," said Harvey, rising to his feet, and carefully making his way in the direction of the sound.
It was curious that the Irishman should have paused for his noonday rest in such close proximity to our friends; but, he had learned from a trader who had recently visited the Red River country, that there _was_ a white woman, beyond all question, among the tribe in the north, and he was on his way to make them a second visit.
The missionary found his servant seated by a tree.

Teddy looked up as he heard a footstep.

It seemed as if his eyes would drop from their sockets.

His mouth opened wide, and he seemed, for the moment, confounded.

Then he recovered his presence of mind in a measure, and proceeded to scratch his head vigorously.