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Well, sir, that barrel lay there for a good ten days; and then one day up drifted a Dutchman with a brogue on him thick enough to plant flag-poles in. 'How mooch, says he 'is dot stoof? 'What stuff? says I. 'Dot stoof oudt behind. 'I ain't got no stuff out behind! What's eating you? says I. Then he points out that spoiled beef. 'Good Lord! says I, 'help yourself.
Then came a tiny light, a mere dot of flame, over on the opposite wall; a pin-point of light it was, seemingly coming out of a vast distance like an approaching star, growing gradually larger, spreading out into a screen of radiance that presently was flashing with intrinsic life.
He seems to feel the whole burden of her. If she starts to do anything naughty, he says: 'Perdita, you mustn't, and Perdita doesn't." "It's lucky Perdita hasn't Elsmere for a brother," suggested Dot. "There'd be no living in Winsted if she had, for even Peter can't keep a wicked look out of her eye at times." "Room for a tired man in your party, children?" Dr. Harlow joined the group.
"Just a minute I'm trying another handle," said Don. He had spied a smaller handle near the large one, so he turned on the large one that sent the crane out over Dot's head, and then, seeing that the cables were almost over a log, he pulled back the small lever. "Wait a minute, until I catch hold of these lines," shouted Dot, but Don had already pulled the small lever over.
"Toctor!" screamed Hans. "Will yez get away fram thot dure, so Oi can open it?" "Ged avay dot toor from mineself!" flung back the Dutch boy. "I ged me to dot toor first, und I peen der first von oud!" "Oh, ye will, will yez! We'll see about thot!" Biff! smack! thud! thump!
"Don't sound to me as if you was sorry," growled the man. "I heered what your father says to you, and he knows, and he's the finest gentleman in all Her Majesty's Service. On'y wish I'd got such a father." "What nonsense, 'Jack'!" cried the Skipper; "why! you're too big, isn't he, Dot?" "Yes," said the girl, "he does seem to be very big to have a father."
And what a great bow of ribbon she has tied on her head. It's big enough for a sash, Dot." "Looks like a house afire," commented Neale again. By this time Alfredia's smiling face was recognizable under the flaming red bow, and Ruth explained: "She is one of Uncle Rufus' grand-daughters. Her mother, Petunia Blossom, washes for us, and Alfredia is dragging home the wash in that little wagon."
She would have a little dot now, and they could travel. Maman said she would not have a large enough dot to make a fine marriage in France, but that the English and American men were more romantic. They went first to the Orient, as there were many Englishmen of good family to be met there.
But sometimes they were naughty together, and now and then as good as gold at the same time, but not often. "There's nothing to do," sobbed Dot, using her pretty handkerchief to sop her tears with and finding it not half large enough. "I'm tired of paper dolls and I don't want to play school. Oh, dear, oh, dear!"
He might have swung himself over by the rope, and, if so, I think he was entitled to his dinner as a reward for his ingenuity." "I don't pay for no pig's inchenoomity mit my gabbages," said Carl hotly. "Vere I get more gabbages fer der sauerkraut, tell me dot?" "Yer don't git no sauerkraut, that's all," growled Bud. "But speakin' about pigs bein' smart, I jest reckon they aire."
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