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Now be good little birdies, and hop round here together till mamma comes back." She went into her own room, to the tiniest little birdie of all, that was just waking. Sinsie and Marmaduke had got a new play, now. They were quite contented to be sparrows, and chirp at each other, springing and lighting about, from one green spot to another in the pattern of the nursery carpet.
Nance loved the cozy intimacy of the little room; even the heavy odor of perfumes and cosmetics was strange and fascinating; she thought Birdie was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. A thrilling vista of days like this, spent with her in strange and wonderful cities, opened before her.
"'Twouldn't be any too much for me," said Nance. "I could dance in my sleep." Birdie was sitting in the window now, ostensibly examining her full red lips in a pocket-mirror, but in reality watching the factory yard below. "There goes your whistle!" she said, getting up suddenly. "Say, Nance, can't you scare up an excuse to hook off this afternoon? I'll take you to a show if you will!"
I'm going over so easy, easy, in a cradle-like, and Dr. Griswold's there waiting for clipped-winged birdie. He looks so glad, so happy. It is very nice to die; but stand upon the bank, Arthur and Miggie. Wait till I'm across." They thought she had left them, when softly, sweetly, as if it were a note of heavenly music sent back to them from the other world, there floated on the air the words,
"Those are my baking-tins, ready for use; now you've got them wet, and I shall have to go all over them again." "How will you go, Ester? On foot? They look pretty greasy; you'll slip." "I wish you would go up stairs. I'd rather wash dishes all the forenoon than have you in the way." "Birdie," said Sadie gravely, "you and I musn't go near Auntie Essie again.
"You must not be frightened at his appearance," she remarked, tearfully, "he is greatly changed." Little Birdie only shook her head her heart seemed too full for speech and she stepped on a little faster, keeping her hand pressed on her breast all the while. When they reached the door, Emily was about to open it, but her companion stopped her, by saying: "Wait a moment stop!
Birdie, my school baby of six, had grown to a picture of maiden beauty, tall and tawny. "Edgar is gone," said the mother, with head half bowed, "gone to work in Nashville; he and his father couldn't agree." Little Doc, the boy born since the time of my school, took me horseback down the creek next morning toward Farmer Dowell's.
"Norman you should not treat Robby so," said Fanny becoming indignant. "I am sorry to say, Robby, that the little birdie is dead. We did not behave as kindly to it as you would have done." "Oh dear! oh dear! how did it die?" asked Robby. "Hold your tongue, I say," cried Norman giving him another kick, which made Robby cry.
Groups of girls, pulling their wraps on as they came, tripped noisily down the steps, greeting waiting cavaliers, or hurrying off alone in various directions. "That's Mac's horn," said Birdie, "a long toot and two short ones. I'd know it in Halifax!" At the curbing the usual altercation arose between Mac and Birdie as to how they should sit.
"Seems to me it would be pleasanter," he remarked without preface, "if Angela and I had parts in this play. Angela thinks so, too." "Where is Angela?" asked Joy idly. "I put her up a tree," said Philip. "She's playing she's a little birdie. You haven't got any candy that we could play was worms, have you, Johnny?" he finished insinuatingly.
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