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She's perfectly convinced that Laurie overworked himself Laurie, overworked! and that that was just all that was the matter with him. Auntie's what's called a sensible woman, you know, and I must say it's rather restful. It's what I want to be; but it's a far-off aspiration, I'm afraid, though I'm nearer it than I was." "You mean she doesn't think anything odd happened at all?" "Just so.
Vera takes the cup from her sister's hands, and putting it down again on the table, proceeds to cut a slice of bread from the loaf, and to spread it thickly with strawberry jam. "Come here, Tommy, and have some of Auntie's bread and jam."
Dotty smiled with entire satisfaction, but Prudy looked inquiringly into her auntie's face, not believing it possible that Colonel Allen would really change his mind for two dollars and a half. The children went wild over the sleeping baby, Philip Gray. "He's a brother, isn't he?" said Dotty. "I wish he was mine. I haven't any but Zip.
I had to attend to a lot of little things, among 'em bein' this plant with Auntie's cruisin' friend, the widow. She was in the habit, Mrs. Mumford was, of pickin' Auntie up now and then for an evenin' drive in her limousine; and what I was tryin' to suggest was that this would be a swell night for it. "But I don't see how I can," says she, cooin' as usual. "Mrs.
"They could hardly have stolen him," Mr. Bobbsey reflected, "and the conductor is sure not one of those boys went in another car, for they all left the train at Ramsley's." "I don't care!" cried Freddie, aloud, "I'll just have every one of them arrested when we get to Auntie's. I knowed they had Snoop in their boxes."
"I don't think anybody can love me, for Martha's always saying if I do naughty things you won't love me and father won't love me, and nobody." "Then why don't you leave off doing naughty things, Rosy?" said her mother. "Oh, I can't," Rosy replied, coolly. "I suppose I was spoilt at auntie's, and now I'm too old to change. I don't care. It isn't my fault: it's auntie's."
"Listen!" he answered, "he will speak again presently, and tell me if he doesn't say, 'Mistress rules here. Some one has so interpreted it, and, I think, correctly. "Oh," exclaimed Evelyn, laughing; "then, of course, it is of no use to appeal from auntie's decisions." "No, even I generally do as I am bid," he remarked gravely. "And I almost always," said Elsie.
"Auntie's going out to dinner to-night," says I. "Yes, I know," says Vee. "She has just told me. I am not included." "Then whisper," says I. "Revise that wardrobe trunk of yours like you expected a cold winter in Jamaica. Have a bag ready, too, and a traveling dress handy." "But why, Torchy?" she insists. "Leave it to me," says I. "We'll be up about 8:30." "We?" she asks.
Mrs. Lancaster loosened her coat, laid aside the miserable little strip of fur she always wore about her throat, and hung her bonnet, with its dangling widow's veil, over the back of her deep chair. She drew Susan down to sit on her knee. "All the baby auntie's got," she said.
"The other cat won't run, Claus," continued the boy. "Let me hold that one." Claus placed the toy in his arms, and the boy held it lovingly and kissed the tip of its wooden ear. "How did you get lost in the storm, Weekum?" asked Claus. "I started to walk to my auntie's house and lost my way," answered Weekum. "Were you frightened?"
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