Jimminy crickets

It hed seven rooms and he ruffed it all over, sides an’ all. / [“Roofed the sides?”] / Thet’s what,—kivered the hull biz with shingles clean down to the ground—an’, Jimminy Crickets! the number o’ little balc’nys, an’ gables, an’ dormant winders, an’ porches thet stuck all over it, was a caution to see.

“You see, Miss Polly, you have had a very bad fall, and you can’t get away just yet, nor see your friends until you are better.” / “It’s only a scratch,” Polly whimpered. “I can do my work; I got to.” One more feeble effort and she succumbed, with a faint “Jimminy Crickets!”

Jimminy Crickets! The idea of what was about to become of all my things opened vistas. They’d think I took French leave lacking spondulics. I’d talked about rubber, but never shown my certificates, and I’d been losing heavily in the Casino. The Baroness was busted!

“Don’t swear so, John. What if you should be struck dead with such horrid oaths on your lips!” said his wife soothingly. “Swear so? Jimminy crickets, by all that’s great I’m not swearing; but I am going to express my opinion of this confounded, nine cornered bazoo of a blamed rickety infernal bit of stove pipe—” Exit the wife with her hands over her ears.

When he came to the last piece, he thought it seemed heavier than the rest, and leaned over to see better by the street lamp, when to his otter astonishment, he found it was a gold piece; showed it to the policeman, and he told him it was a $2.50 piece. Tim exclaimed “Whew, jimminy crickets! Look at this, Dick. Two dollars an’ a half.[…]”

“Why, Lovely, what are you doing?” / “Dressing. Didn’t you hear the bell?” / “Jimminy crickets, what a waste, what an awful waste of time,” said the Gutter Pup luxuriously, stretching his arms and yawning. “Say, Lovely, I like you. You’re a good sort and that was a rattlin’ plucky tackle you made yesterday. Say, we’re going to get on famously together, only, Lovely, you are green, you know.”