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I do not know whether or not Wango understood what Bunny and Sue said, but I am sure he knew that the candy and peanuts were good to eat. For, with a chatter of delight, he suddenly let go of Miss Winkler's hair and scrambled down to the floor near Bunny. "Look out that he doesn't bite you," Miss Winkler said. "Be careful, Sue!" "I'm not afraid," said Bunny Brown. "Nor I," added Sue.
"We'll never make it in time." "Isn't there a shorter way some cross-road we can take?" inquired Betty. "Who's got the candy?" inquired the little chap, evidently thinking that he had already earned some reward. "Here!" said Grace, hopelessly, holding out an almost emptied box. "But please please don't tell us we're lost." "Oh, you ain't exactly lost!" exclaimed the urchin, with a grin.
She was showily dressed, and her many pieces of jewelry made Arabella stare. She did not know that those glittering rings and bangles were worth very little money. "Now, Patricia, you know I don't like to have you buy so much candy," whined Mrs. Lavine. "I haven't much candy," replied Patricia, "that Arabella's got belongs to her." Arabella looked quickly at Patricia. Was not that a sort of fib?
The pins were fastened on papers, which were then folded together, so that the points did not stick out, and the candy fellow was not even scratched. Up and down the street went Joe the peddler, trying to sell his notions. Finally he came to the very house where Madeline lived, and where Rosa had taken the Candy Rabbit from the veranda the day before.
Could anything, even any skin, be better made than that superb skin of hers that master work of delicacy and strength, of smoothness and color? How had it been possible for him to fail to notice it, when he was always looking for signs of a good skin down town and up town, too in these days of the ravages of pastry and candy? . . . What long graceful fingers she had yet what small hands!
There are no dwellings within this territory, which is consecrated to trade and commerce; and both Europeans and natives hasten at the early closing hour to their homes at Colaba, the Esplanade, Mazagon, Malabar Hill, and Breach Candy, the latter on the seashore.
Owing to the feeling that she was doing her daughter a great injustice, Jennie was particularly sensitive in regard to her, anxious to do a thousand things to make up for the one great duty that she could not perform. She daily paid a visit to the home of Mrs. Olsen, always taking with her toys, candy, or whatever came into her mind as being likely to interest and please the child.
What rosy good old days those were! Dear old candy factory! Happy girls back there bending over the chocolates! Next sat Louisa, an Italian girl who stuttered, and I had to stop my press to hear her. She stopped hers to talk. She should worry. It's the worst job she ever saw, and for thirteen dollars a week why should she work?
The floor was bare about the churn, and there remained only three or four parcels in his arms. The teacher was despoiling the tree of its pop-corn festoons and tossing them gaily about. Already there was a sound of crunching in the room, as the candy, nuts, and fruit met their destined fate.
Minnie has been working twenty-three years and has had the bloom of admiration for her fellow-beings somewhat worn off in that time. “Hm!” grunted Minnie. “He gets 'em cheaper that way, I guess.” The elevator man is no relation to the one at the candy factory. He is red faced and grinning, most of his teeth are gone, and he always wears a derby hat over one eye. One morning I was late.
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