"Deary" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... "No, deary—you've done enough already, God bless your pretty face," said Mrs. Jones, squeezing the five-pound note ...
— The Princess Priscilla's Fortnight • Elizabeth von Arnim
... loud." Her soft voice scarcely reached the listeners. "But this time there was a good reason." She laughed. "You didn't think it was love, did you, deary?" ...
— The Strange Case of Cavendish • Randall Parrish
... "Deary me," piped the Wise Woman, when she had finished, "how very grand these gentlemen are." Her Black Cat put up his back ...
— The Children's Book of Christmas Stories • Various
... go, though I don't like the prospect of it very much. I haven't been there for years, but I'd ought to look after my property there once in a while. Deary me! it seems as if we weren't ever going ...
— Timothy's Quest - A Story for Anybody, Young or Old, Who Cares to Read It • Kate Douglas Wiggin
... kitten, my kitten, And hey my kitten, my deary, Such a sweet pet as this Was neither ...
— Traditional Nursery Songs of England - With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists • Various
... any new light that way, and Up-Hill is not doing well without him. Fold and farm are needing the master's eye and hand; and it will be a poor lambing season for us, I think, wanting Steve. And, deary me, Charlotte, one word from you ...
— The Squire of Sandal-Side - A Pastoral Romance • Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
... old lady. "I can never wear it arter this. And it cost four dollars and sixty-two cents and a half without the ribbon. Oh, deary me!" ...
— Frank's Campaign - or the Farm and the Camp • Horatio Alger, Jr.
... "Well, deary, what shall I tell you about? I must keep on knitting, for Hollis must have these stockings at Christmas, so he can tell folks in New York that his old grandmarm most a hundred knit them for him all herself. ...
— Miss Prudence - A Story of Two Girls' Lives. • Jennie Maria (Drinkwater) Conklin
... sheltered, and little human creeturs like the widow Larkum's there can starve for all the great folks cares. Deary me! it's a terble onjointed sort of world; seems to me I could regilate things better myself. Well, a good ...
— Medoline Selwyn's Work • Mrs. J. J. Colter
... Pinch! oh, deary sir!' cried the tollman's wife. 'What an unlikely time for you to be a-going ...
— Life And Adventures Of Martin Chuzzlewit • Charles Dickens
... "'O deary me! no,' said the wife, 'I wouldn't have him among our children for any thing! Why, he's worse than a ...
— The Fairy Nightcaps • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... marks of the influence of malaria. It is more like one of the desolate towns of Italy, Ferrara, for instance, than a healthy, happy, English village. I do not know whether it is known to the committee, that Erith is the village described in Dickens' Household Words, as Dumble-down-deary, and that it is a most graphic and correct description of the state of the place, attributable to the unhealthy ...
— Draining for Profit, and Draining for Health • George E. Waring
... he began again. "What's to be done? If my sister takes something into her head.... And anyhow, I'll tell you in confidence, she is a devil. Oh deary me, what I have to put up with from her! It's no good getting into trouble with her! ... If you want to avoid any unpleasantness, I can only advise you to consent right away.... You can back out later.... But that ...
— The Indian Lily and Other Stories • Hermann Sudermann
... my snowball tablecloth and two towels. 'Rastus's wife won't ever care for them with her fine Paris things. But we won't give away the silver, nor the old pewter flagon, nor the basin and cups. They've the crown mark on them, 1710 for a date. Deary me, they'll outlast us," and ...
— A Little Girl of Long Ago • Amanda Millie Douglas
... she says, the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Beggars can't be choosers, and ye'll have to ask Mr. Huggins to have pity on ye and take ye into his shop, and ye'll tie up sugar and coffee for Susan Cludde belike, and—oh, deary me!" ...
— Humphrey Bold - A Story of the Times of Benbow • Herbert Strang
... way for nothing," she went on, her form heaving and falling in quick pants, her face flushed, her full red lips parted, and a fine dew of perspiration on her skin. "Well—why don't you speak, deary?" ...
— Jude the Obscure • Thomas Hardy
... in his eyes: then the bladder was whipped off, and the crock set open on the table. Jennings, mad as Darius's horse at the sight of the object he so longed for, once thought of rushing from his hiding-place, taking the hoard by a coup de main, and running off straightway to America: but—deary me—that'll never do; I mustn't leave my own strong-box behind me, say nothing of hat and shoes: and if I stop for any thing, ...
— The Complete Prose Works of Martin Farquhar Tupper • Martin Farquhar Tupper
... here, lying so near the borders; and the river there is all good Gruenewald water, every drop of it. Yes, sir, a fine state. A man of Gruenewald now will swing me an axe over his head that many a man of Gerolstein could hardly lift; and the pines, why, deary me, there must be more pines in that little state, sir, than people in this whole big world. 'Tis twenty years now since I crossed the marshes, for we grow home-keepers in old age; but I mind it as if it was yesterday. Up and down, the road keeps ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 7 (of 25) • Robert Louis Stevenson
... a very small way. I am old and timid. I have taken trifles from children now and then, my deary, but not often. I have tramped about the country, pet, and I know what I know. ...
— Dombey and Son • Charles Dickens
... baby, deary; Mother will never be weary, Frolic and play now while you may, So dance, my ...
— Rhymes Old and New • M.E.S. Wright
... Scout," said David, gayly, bending over and kissing her with boyish contempt of aged bones; "and so you shall, and I make no doubt he'll be glad to see you, too, Deary." ...
— In the Yule-Log Glow, Book I - Christmas Tales from 'Round the World • Various
... my grandfather; 'I often lie in bed at nights and think of it, when the winds and the waves are raging. I call to mind that verse where it says about the sea and the waves roaring, and men's hearts failing them for fear. Deary me, I should be terrible frightened, that I should, if that day was to come, and I saw ...
— Saved at Sea - A Lighthouse Story • Mrs. O.F. Walton
... mother," Sarah said, sharply. "She wouldn't touch 'em with the tips of her fingers, neither. And a maid, and all that nonsense. And dresses from France. Deary me, this is a sad upsetting for ...
— Brooke's Daughter - A Novel • Adeline Sergeant
... "Ah, deary deary me!" said a voice from close at hand, "I'm very sick and tired of it all. I wish he'd be content with his ...
— Cutlass and Cudgel • George Manville Fenn
... kitten, my kitten, Hey, my kitten, my deary; If Mamma should feed him too often, He never could be so cheery. Here we go up, up, up. And here we go down, down, down-y. If we never feed baby too much, He never will give ...
— Mother Truth's Melodies - Common Sense For Children • Mrs. E. P. Miller
... little shoes piping "Be quick, be quick, we want to be toddling. You seem to have no idea, my good man, how much toddling there is to be done." Dapper boots, sighing: "Oh, please make haste, we are waiting to dance and to strut. Jack walks in the lane, Jill waits by the gate. Oh, deary, how slowly he taps." Stout sober boots, saying: "As soon as you can, old friend. Remember we've work to do." Flat-footed old boots, rusty and limp, mumbling: "We haven't much time, Mr. Chumbley. Just a patch, that ...
— Paul Kelver • Jerome Klapka, AKA Jerome K. Jerome
... land's sake, Alix, what on earth are you saying? Are you stark, staring crazy? You come right upstairs and get into bed this minute. My land, I—I believe you're going to be sick. You've got the queerest look in your eyes. Come on, now, deary, and—" ...
— Quill's Window • George Barr McCutcheon
... "Oh, deary me!" said Doctor Prance, with a little impatient sigh; "I guess I know more about women ...
— The Bostonians, Vol. I (of II) • Henry James
... alive. Deary me! deary me! Although he always had a sort of spite at me for being as I am," added the ...
— Two Little Travellers - A Story for Girls • Frances Browne Arthur
... on important business, deary," Emeline had scribbled, "and you'd better go to Min's for a few days. I'll write and leave you know if there is anything in it, otherwise there's no use getting Min and the girls started talking. There's ten dollars in the hairpin box. ...
— The Story Of Julia Page - Works of Kathleen Norris, Volume V. • Kathleen Norris
... right [real] silver buttons, and not one more have I of this pattern: I ensure you they cost me four shillings the dozen at John Fairhair's in London [a London goldsmith]. I'll be bound I can never match them without I have them wrought of set purpose. Deary, deary me!" ...
— In Convent Walls - The Story of the Despensers • Emily Sarah Holt
... the woman, "and ye did say as how ye'd marry me for his sake! Didn't ye say it, Lem? He ain't nothin' but a baby, an' he don't cry much. Will ye let me an' him stay, Deary?" ...
— From the Valley of the Missing • Grace Miller White
... she said, uneasily. "It is too late, anyway, my deary, but he'll understand that we could none of us stand against madam—if he should come back, ...
— The Reflections of Ambrosine - A Novel • Elinor Glyn
... right!" said Rebecca, soothingly. "Th' ain't nothing the matter with you, deary. Ye've ben shet up here with side weight an' what not so long—o' course you're ...
— The Panchronicon • Harold Steele Mackaye
... at all sure that I love you enough to pass the balance of the day in your companionship—only that when you are away I desire to know where you are and what you do, and with whom you walk and talk and laugh. Deary me! deary me! I know not what I want, Carus. Let us go to the Blue Fox and drink a dish ...
— The Reckoning • Robert W. Chambers
... maw; don't you go and be afraid. I ain't done nawthing you need to be fearful about. This money's mine! Set down again, deary. Don't you worrit about Jo. He ain't agoin' to make your dear old heart bleed, sure ...
— Boy Scouts on a Long Hike - Or, To the Rescue in the Black Water Swamps • Archibald Lee Fletcher
... with you yet, Mrs. Cox? And one of 'em not over strong? Deary me! that makes it hard for you and the young gal But you be standing it remarkable well. And gentlemen born you say! They do say that the other one wi' the specked skin be making fools of Miss Maria up at the Rectory ...
— Crowded Out! and Other Sketches • Susie F. Harrison
... fine things still!'—I count every hour of this little absence for a day!—'There's for you! Let me repeat it'—I count every hour of this little absence for a day!—'Mind, too, the wit of the good man! One may see love is a new thing to him. Here is a very tedious time gone since he saw his deary; no less than, according to his amorous calculation, a dozen days and nights, at least! and yet, TEDIOUS as it is, it is but a LITTLE ABSENCE. Well said, my good, accurate, and consistent brother!—But wise men in love are always the greatest ...
— Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded • Samuel Richardson
... Polly, in alarm. "I've only red paper enough to go on the broken one, so if anything happens to the other one, deary me! I don't know whatever in the world we could do. Now run and get the cup of paste in the woodshed, and in the shake of a lobster's whisker I'll have it all done," sang ...
— The Adventures of Joel Pepper • Margaret Sidney
... in the dark! Oh, you modest maiden! Fairy princess. [LYUBOV GORDEYEVNA goes out] Well, really, wasn't some one there with her? [Looks into the corner] But I'm a silly old woman, I suspected some one! [Lights the candles] Oh, deary me, some trouble will be sure to come in my old age. [EGORUSHKA enters] Go along, Egorushka, and call the girls in from the neighbors; tell them Pelageya Egorovna told you to invite them to come and ...
— Plays • Alexander Ostrovsky
... "You deary-dear!" crooned Prudence, with her withered arms about the strong, young frame of the girl, drawing her close. "I know you've suffered this night. That mad girl was enough to put us all out o' kilter. But don't let any thought of her bother you, Ida May. ...
— Sheila of Big Wreck Cove - A Story of Cape Cod • James A. Cooper
... "Deary me, I don't like this at all," cried Mrs Beazeley, getting up, and wiping her apron with a quick motion. "Oh, Jacob, that ...
— Jacob Faithful • Captain Frederick Marryat
... kissing, cooing, billing, all their meat, At length they both felt hungry—'What's for dinner? Pray, what have we to eat my dear,' quoth Poll. 'Nothing,' by all my wisdom, answered Owl. 'I never thought of that, as I'm a sinner But Poll on something I shall put my pats What sayst thou, deary, to a dish of rats?' 'Rats—Mister Owl, d'ye think that I'll eat rats, Eat them yourself or give them to the cats,' Whines the poor bride, now bursting into tears: 'Well, Polly, would you rather dine on mouse I'll catch a few ...
— History of English Humour, Vol. 2 (of 2) • Alfred Guy Kingan L'Estrange
... me a lift as far as Brigslade, and then I can walk the rest," said the sturdy old woman, "so good-day to you, ma'am, and, oh deary me, but I do hope there may be better news to hear when I come back on Friday," and with a cordial shake of the hand from Grandmamma, Barbara turned to go. But just then there came at the door a whining and scratching which made the old lady give ...
— "Us" - An Old Fashioned Story • Mary Louisa S. Molesworth
... wor a deol cliverer even nor Miss Charlotte. Not but what yo get a bad noshun o' Yorkshire folk fro Miss Emily's bukes—soa I'm towd. Bit there's rough doins on t' moors soomtimes, I'll uphowd yo! An Miss Emily had eyes like gimlets—they seed reet through a body. Deary me,' she cried, the fountain of gossip opening more and more, 'to think I should ha known 'em in pinafores, Mr. ...
— The History of David Grieve • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... deary. Finnigan's abed still. He was out late last night. Why, listen; you can hear him snoring; the partition is thin. He snores loud enough to be heard ...
— Light O' The Morning • L. T. Meade
... a conjunction of Venus and Mars, Or something peculiar above in the stars, Attracted the notice of Signor Ruggieri, Who "bolted," and left him alone with his deary.— Monsieur St. Megrin went down on his knees, And the Duchess shed tears large as marrow-fat peas, When,—fancy the shock,—a loud double-knock, Made the lady cry, "Get up, you fool!—there's De Guise!"— 'Twas his Grace, sure enough; So Monsieur, looking bluff, ...
— The Bed-Book of Happiness • Harold Begbie
... Montalesso!" persisted Dulcie, pulling a face. "No, you dinky, deary Cousin Clare, you'll never persuade me to like school again! I shall catch a cold on purpose as soon as I go back, and then you'll have to bring me over here for the sake of a warmer climate. ...
— The Princess of the School • Angela Brazil
... getting heavier. One day in December, the snow began to fall. Late in the afternoon I saw Antonia driving her cattle homeward across the hill. The snow was flying round her and she bent to face it, looking more lonesome-like to me than usual. "Deary me," I says to myself, "the girl's stayed out too late. It'll be dark before she gets them cattle put into the corral." I seemed to sense she'd been feeling too miserable to ...
— My Antonia • Willa Cather
... "Deary me, but I'm glad you're well again," said good Mrs. Pratt, as she leaned over the now restored patient. "I thought ye were a goner sure, till comin' on mornin'. An' how do ye feel now, there's a ...
— Honor Edgeworth • Vera
... "Deary-me! She's very young; but all the young gells are doin' something these days. I've got a niece in munitions-makin' a pretty penny she is. I've been meanin' to tell you—I don't come to church now; since my ...
— Forsyte Saga • John Galsworthy
... answered Temperance, laying smooth a piece of cobweb lawn. "I think I'll bite, one of these days. Deary me, but there are widows of divers sorts! If ever there were what Paul calls 'a widow indeed,' it is my Lady Lettice; and she doesn't make a screen of it, as Faith does, against all the east winds that blow. Well, well! Give me that pin-case, ...
— It Might Have Been - The Story of the Gunpowder Plot • Emily Sarah Holt
... grey, now play your part! Gin ye be the steed that wins my deary, Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye, And never spur ...
— A Collection of Ballads • Andrew Lang
... "Ah, deary me, it's such a world! Don't you think, dear, that we have had enough domestic notoriety for ...
— Baddeck and That Sort of Thing • Charles Dudley Warner
... I told Mr. Clerron he might come in, though I thought you wouldn't be. Slept well this morning, didn't you, deary, to make up for ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 5, No. 30, April, 1860 • Various
... he continued; "I do so mostly, and a long walk kills me. Eh, deary me, to think that life should run to such a puddle! And I remember long syne when I was strong, and the blood all hot and good about me, and I loved to run, too—deary me, to run! Well, that's all by. You'd better pray ...
— The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volume XXI • Robert Louis Stevenson
... will, deary, according to what this gentleman advises; but, out of precaution, I will give you the twenty thousand francs in gold which I have in the wainscoting of the recess of my room, and two bills payable to bearer which are due to me, one from Mr. Damon, ...
— The Imaginary Invalid - Le Malade Imaginaire • Moliere
... an' set with me, deary, an' I'll tell you which house is Emmeline's, so, if you go past, you'll know it—it's painted green! Did you ever! But Emmeline was always set on green. She was married in a green silk, an' we girls said ...
— Four Girls and a Compact • Annie Hamilton Donnell
... not grant To such a very pressing Consonant? Or who poetic justice dares dispute, When, mildly melting at a lover's suit, The wife's a Liquid, her good man a Mute? Even in the homelier scenes of honest life, The coarse-spun intercourse of man and wife, Initials I am told have taken place Of Deary, Spouse, and that old-fashioned race; And Cabbage, ask'd by Brother Snip to tea, Replies, "I'll come—but it don't rest with me— I always leaves them things to Mrs. C." O should this mincing fashion ever spread ...
— The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb IV - Poems and Plays • Charles and Mary Lamb
... woe, Lack-a-day, a-deary O! For blighted love. But 'tis a fault To make the sea so very salt With bitter tears that still do flow While ...
— Chatterbox, 1906 • Various
... she shut the front door. The old habit of respect for my unaccountable temper still swayed her. "Ah deary!" she said, "ah deary! But you were sorely tried," and kept her face close to my shoulder, lest she should offend me by the sight of the tears that ...
— In the Days of the Comet • H. G. Wells
... me, dear," the old lady said apologetically, waking with a start; "I'm not very well, and, deary, I woke unusually early this morning, and have been ...
— Elsie's Girlhood • Martha Finley
... job herself still prettier to see Phebe circumvent her and untie the hard knots, fold the stiff papers, or lift the heavy trays with her own strong hands, and prettiest of all to hear her say in a motherly tone, as she put Rose into an easy chair: "Now, my deary, sit and rest, for you will have to see company all day, and I can't let you get ...
— Rose in Bloom - A Sequel to "Eight Cousins" • Louisa May Alcott
... here in the warm hall a minute, my deary dear," she said, "while I get—though maybe you would like to look at them first. Yes, of course. Come straight upstairs, Miss—my dear. If you decide ...
— Old Valentines - A Love Story • Munson Aldrich Havens
... you, deary!" cried the Governess, much relieved. She had feared the Chaplain might pick up the guilty magazine and find its pages cut only at the place where the French story was. And I am grieved to have to tell you that this is just what ...
— The Dragon of Wantley - His Tale • Owen Wister
... rows, Three dimples, And one nose. Baby said When she smelt the snuff, "Deary me! One nose ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 1 (of 4) • Various
... Tabby sings on the sill: "Shut your eyes, deary, and sleep in a trice, Then I will stay here, and scare off the mice,— ...
— The Nursery, January 1877, Volume XXI, No. 1 - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers • Various
... dear, I think I'll sleep with you." After a moment of deep reflection she added plaintively: "There is so much that I just have to tell you, deary. ...
— The Husbands of Edith • George Barr McCutcheon
... down or up? It makes no difference, as he's gone. If he had lived one might have cared about being up, as you call it. Eh, deary; I'll be going after him before long, and it ...
— Framley Parsonage • Anthony Trollope
... deary," said the old woman, in a lower tone; "what is it all? what's the matter? ...
— The Wide, Wide World • Susan Warner
... "Deary," said she, "you will have to go to this place in the morning and try what you can do. Tell Mrs. O'Connor that I am sick, and that you are my daughter and will do the work, and try and do the best you can for ...
— Mary, Mary • James Stephens
... my lord say if he were down! And they are so beautiful! they will look so fine! Deary me, how they sparkle! But you will wear much finer ...
— Alice, or The Mysteries, Book I • Edward Bulwer Lytton
... both morning and afternoon, and to preach twice, I have only time to scrawl a few lines to you between the services. I will write to my deary to-morrow. ...
— The Letters of Lord Nelson to Lady Hamilton, Vol. I. - With A Supplement Of Interesting Letters By Distinguished Characters • Horatio Nelson
... to me a fittin her," she would sometimes protest. "Thar's some figgers you can't fetch cloth tew, nohow. But, deary me, lands sakes alive, the cloth seems tew love her, it clings to her so nateral. An tain't no wonder ef it doos. I never see sech a figger. Why her——." But Miss Mercy's audiences at such times were ...
— The Duke of Stockbridge • Edward Bellamy
... No right, marry come up! Where else is he to hear it, prithee? You talk of forgiving him, forsooth, and Alice never stands up to him an inch, and as for that Tom o' mine, why, he can scarce look his own cat in the face. Deary weary me! where would you all be, I'd like to know, without I looked after you? You'd let yourselves be trod on and ground down into the dust, afore you'd do so much as squeal. That's not my way o' going on, and ...
— All's Well - Alice's Victory • Emily Sarah Holt
... deary me!" murmured the little old lady, patting her shoulder. "Somebody has been treating you badly, I know. And you've come right to your Aunt Alviry for comfort. And you've come to the right place, my pretty girl, for I've got tons ...
— Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill • Alice B. Emerson
... into the heart of the lonely and desolate land. The wind had so far died down, and the rain had considerably lessened, but the gloom of the sky was deepened by the drawing on of the afternoon, and lay heavily over the deary wastes of moor and hill. What a wild and dismal country was this which lay before and all around him, now that the last traces of human occupation were passed! There was not a cottage, not a stone ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 11, No. 24, March, 1873 • Various
... say you agree? Good and kind of you, and like you, deary! And don't you begin to find it pleasant now,' said Mrs Boffin, once more radiant in her comely way from head to foot, and once more smoothing her dress with immense enjoyment, 'don't you begin to find it pleasant ...
— Our Mutual Friend • Charles Dickens
... 'Take me 'long with you, Dan'l, take me 'long with you and Em'ly! I'll be your servant, constant and trew. If there's slaves in them parts where you're a-going, I'll be bound to you for one, and happy, but doen't ye leave me behind, Dan'l, that's a deary dear!' ...
— David Copperfield • Charles Dickens
... Johnny," he replied in his chaffy way; "only, you don't pronounce the name right, my son. It should be called 'My-deary,' not 'Madeir-ah.' Hang it all, Stormcock, ...
— Crown and Anchor - Under the Pen'ant • John Conroy Hutcheson
... can sound the alarum-bell, He sinks beneath the unexpected blow; Before the whiskers of Grimalkin fell, When slumb'ring on her post, the mouse may go,— But woman, wakeful woman, 's never weary, —Above all, when she waits to thump her deary. ...
— The Humourous Poetry of the English Language • James Parton
... o' this kitchen," snapped Eliza. "Out with ye! You too, Phin Striker. I'll call ye when the table's set. Now, you go an' set over there in the corner, away from the window, deary, where the lightnin' can't git at you, an'—You'll find a comb on the mantel-piece, Mr. Gwynne, an' Phineas will git you a boot-jack out o' the bedroom if that darkey is too weak to pull your boots off for you. ...
— Viola Gwyn • George Barr McCutcheon
... you here at such an hour? And law but you are dressed queer! But, indeed, them Frenchies are little good with their new-fangled ways. It's nurse that used to dress you smart, deary, and as for Sophie, she beats all;" and the good woman held up her hands in dismay at ...
— Naughty Miss Bunny - A Story for Little Children • Clara Mulholland
... waddled, and they waddled on and on, Till one remarked, "oh! deary me, where is the river gone? We asked the Ancient Gander, and he said 'twas very near, He must have been deceiving us, ...
— Five Mice in a Mouse-trap - by the Man in the Moon. • Laura E. Richards
... she continued in the same soothing, winning way, caressing his bold, white brow with her tiny hands. "It's a horrid shame, so it is! P-o-o-r pa. Where does it ache, papa-sy, dear? In the forehead? Cerebrum or cerebellum, papa-sy? Occiput or sinciput, deary?" ...
— The Ghost • William. D. O'Connor
... lips to protest, suddenly closed them again, fascinated by the sight of the gold. She clutched the coin, and became friendly and familiar in a moment. "Help me downstairs, deary," she said, "and put me into a cab. I'm afraid of the ...
— The Fallen Leaves • Wilkie Collins
... you like, but hurry. Breakfast is almost ready;" then to Martha, "Leave the sweeping, deary, and run down to the spring for the cream." To her father, Mary explained: "The little girls are a great help. Betty manages to do for the boys without irritating them. Now we'll eat while the cakes are hot. ...
— The Eye of Dread • Payne Erskine
... guineas in your pocket, I'll be bound, every time that you have walked out of them. Treason is paid high, but the traitor sometimes hangs higher still. Yes, yes, Mr Vanslyperken, we shall see—we are evidence, Mr Vanslyperken—and I'll not be married before I see you well hanged, Mr Vanslyperken. Deary me, Babette," exclaimed the widow, altering her tone, "I wonder how the corporal is: poor dear man, to be ruled by such a traitorous atomy ...
— Snarleyyow • Captain Frederick Marryat
... landlord's; he spoke as he pushed his way through the group at the door. 'Has your ladyship some complaint to make?' he continued civilly, his eye taking in the scene—even to the elder woman, who through her tears kept muttering, 'Deary, we ought not to have come here! I told him we ought not to come here!' And then, before her ladyship could reply, 'Is this the party—that have Sir George Soane's rooms?' he continued, turning to ...
— The Castle Inn • Stanley John Weyman
... "Deary me!" Grandma Bascom stopped shooing out the hens from her kitchen doorway, and leaned on the broom-handle. "If here don't come Mis' Henderson! Now I shall hear about that blessed little creeter and all the ...
— Five Little Peppers and their Friends • Margaret Sidney
... "Deary me," said mother, as he set a chair for her very polite, but she would not sit upon it; "Saturday morning I was a wife, sir; and Saturday night I was a widow, and my children fatherless. My husband's name was John Ridd, sir, as everybody knows; and there was not a finer ...
— Lorna Doone - A Romance of Exmoor • R. D. Blackmore
... always by the most terrible and devastating circumstances that can possibly combine to ruin a country in a few hours. A clear, serene day is followed by the darkest night; the delightful view offered by woods and prairies is diverted into the deary waste of a cruel winter; the tallest and most robust cedar trees are uprooted, broken off bodily, and hurled into a heap; roofs, balconies, and windows of houses are carried through the air like dry leaves, and in all directions ...
— The Story of the Philippines and Our New Possessions, • Murat Halstead
... "Eh deary me!" cries Cousin Bess. "Why, I ne'er counted one of our lasses old enough to be wed. How doth time slip ...
— Joyce Morrell's Harvest - The Annals of Selwick Hall • Emily Sarah Holt
... 'Deary me! What a wonder yo' can speak to such sinners as Sylvia and me, after keepin' company with so much goodness,' said Molly, who had not yet forgiven Philip for doubting Kinraid's power of killing ...
— Sylvia's Lovers, Vol. I • Elizabeth Gaskell
... three sons. Lady Alice. The felon sewe of rokeby and the freeres of Richmond. Arthur o'Bradley's wedding. The painful plough. The useful plow; or, the plough's praise. The farmer's son. The farmer's boy. Richard of Taunton Dean; or, dumble dum deary. Wooing song of a yeoman of Kent's sonne. The clown's courtship. Harry's courtship. Harvest-home song. Harvest-home. The mow. The barley-mow song. The barley-mow song. (Suffolk version.) The craven churn-supper song. The rural dance about the may-pole. The Hitchin may-day song. The Helstone furry-day ...
— Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs of England • Robert Bell
... Endicott slowly opened her eyes. They swept the room wildly and fixed upon Jennie's face with a look of horror. "There, deary, you're all right now," Jennie patted her cheek reassuringly: "You're all right," she repeated. "Don't you remember me—Jennie Dodds, that was? At the ...
— Prairie Flowers • James B. Hendryx
... deary. They aren't so bad as they sound," Aunt Kate told her, comfortably. "Lots of nice men work in the camps all their lives and never fight. ...
— Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp - or, The Old Lumberman's Secret • Annie Roe Carr
... cried the nurse, now thoroughly alarmed, "give me the young lady back again. Deary, deary me! I'd no notion it was so dangerous. Oh, ...
— Jan of the Windmill • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... he. "I don't believe in slang," he added, as if to fortify himself against a conviction. "You needn't go, deary. Stay ...
— Mr. Bingle • George Barr McCutcheon
... my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary, Such a sweet pet as this Was ...
— Harry's Ladder to Learning - Horn-Book, Picture-Book, Nursery Songs, Nursery Tales, - Harry's Simple Stories, Country Walks • Anonymous
... deary? Have I been through it all, but it seems as if I had passed through suffering into peace, but never mind Mother Graham's past troubles, let me ...
— Sowing and Reaping • Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
... "Deary me!" said Mrs. Purdy, "Dan's quite right. We can't allow a nice little girl like you to work in a glass factory! We must find some nice genteel place for ...
— Calvary Alley • Alice Hegan Rice
... and little I dreamed I'd ever be tellin' ye this, an auld, lanely, rudas wife! Weel, Mr. Erchie, there was a lad cam' courtin' me, as was but naetural. Mony had come before, and I would nane o' them. But this yin had a tongue to wile the birds frae the lift and the bees frae the foxglove bells. Deary me, but it's lang syne! Folk have dee'd sinsyne and been buried, and are forgotten, and bairns been born and got merrit and got bairns o' their ain. Sinsyne woods have been plantit, and have grawn up and are bonny trees, and the joes sit in their ...
— Weir of Hermiston • Robert Louis Stevenson
... are sure, deary. Don't you think I know you? And when it comes over Taylor once in a while, and he tells me I'm the best thing in his life, and I tell him he ain't merely the best thing but the only thing in mine,—him and the children,—why, we just agree we'd do it all over the same way ...
— The Virginian - A Horseman Of The Plains • Owen Wister
... "Aye, aye, deary. I cal'late she done it a purpose. She makes her money easy, Jane does. Just sets there on the bridge-end and sells second-hand flowers to whoever'll buy. If she had to ...
— A Sunny Little Lass • Evelyn Raymond
... dead, my deary; he's asleep, poor lad, worn out with his day's tramp, I dare say." "I'm glad he's alive, and I wish he'd wake up. He's a pretty boy, isn't he? See what nice hands he's got, and his hair is more curly than mine. Make him open his eyes, ...
— The Mysterious Key And What It Opened • Louisa May Alcott
... that, givelli, you mother of all the liars. You expect a sixpence, and here it is, and may you get drunk on the money, and be well thrashed by your man for it. And now see what I had in my hand all the time to give you. A lucky half crown, my deary; but that's not for you now. I only give a sixpence to a beggar, but I stand a pash-korauna to any Romany ...
— The Gypsies • Charles G. Leland
... right in a way," commented the King. "The sword does make things beautiful. It has made the whole world romantic by now. And to think people once thought me a buffoon for suggesting a romantic Notting Hill. Deary me, deary me! (I think that is the expression)—it seems ...
— The Napoleon of Notting Hill • Gilbert K. Chesterton
... "Deary me, Esther, what with one thing and another, namely buying a sofa, thirty shillings as I'm a sinner, I have forgot to tell you about my second, and it's a girl this time, my man saying he would like a change. We have christened her Elspeth after my grandmamma, and if my auld granny's ...
— Sentimental Tommy - The Story of His Boyhood • J. M. Barrie
... convict, pouncing upon the gun and dragging it from Nic's hand; "just the little tool I wanted! Where's its bread and cheese, mate? Why, deary me, if it ain't the little chap as used to look at us aboard the ship! How ...
— First in the Field - A Story of New South Wales • George Manville Fenn
... that was badness in the end," said Mrs. Kane. "It began with goodness, but it ran to badness. Deary me, it's often the same with myself. I think I'm so right that I can't go wrong. But all comes straight again when ...
— Hetty Gray - Nobody's Bairn • Rosa Mulholland
... want to worry such a pitty-itty, dear, naughty growly-wowly, snarley-warley as you, is quite beyond my comprehension; but then, you see, we live in a world of puzzles, you and I, Rosebud, and so it's of no use being puzzled, because that does no good, and only worries one. Don't it, deary sweety petty? Well, you can't answer of course, though I know that you understand ...
— Shifting Winds - A Tough Yarn • R.M. Ballantyne |
