He kissed them and promised to bring them back bonbons and peanuts
I came home from it sick--but not from peanuts
and pink lemonade.
He felt grateful, and in a burst of confidence, offered a handful of peanuts, for his pockets were always supplied with this agreeable delicacy, and he might be traced anywhere by the trail of shells he left behind him.
I 'll manage the old chap, and the horses too;" and opening the door, Tom vanished aloft, leaving poor victimized Polly to quake inside, while he placidly revelled in freedom and peanuts outside, with the staid old driver.
Glad was the contraband that had a seat in the pit at the Saturday matinee, and happy the Roman street-boy who ate his peanuts
and guyed the gladiators from the dizzy gallery.
Why, thirty thousand, lump sum, wouldn't buy for him right now what ten cents he was layin' up would have bought him, when he was a kid, in the way of candy an' peanuts
or a seat in nigger heaven.
They strolled about among the booths where peanuts
were grinding and popcorn was roasting in preparation for the day, and went on and inspected the dance floor of the pavilion.
Yet, instead of doing it, he hung about with the air of one who has paid his half-dollar and bought his bag of peanuts
and has now nothing to do but look on and enjoy himself.
When their suspicions of our niggardliness or lack of peanuts
had been confirmed, Jones half-turned his back on his life-partner and gave me his story.
Gossett's drive was, however, worse; and the subsequent movement of the pair to the hole resembled more than anything else the manoeuvres of two men rolling peanuts
with toothpicks as the result of an election bet.
He scoffed at them as adventures, mountebanks, sideshow riffraff, dime museum freaks; he assailed their showy titles with measureless derision; he said they were back-alley barbers disguised as nobilities, peanut
peddlers masquerading as gentlemen, organ-grinders bereft of their brother monkey.
Laura Lean Jibbey, peanut
brittle, a little almond cream on the neck muscles, dishes unwashed, half an hour's talk with the iceman, reading a package of old letters, a couple of pickles and two bottles of malt extract, one hour peeking through a hole in the window shade into the flat across the air-shaft--that's about all there is to it.