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"Mine curls too tight, if anything; don't you think so?" asked Flossy, trying not to look as well satisfied with herself as she really felt; adding, by way of parenthesis, "Johnny, why can't you be quiet?" "Are you going to let me have that bouquet-holder, Johnny Eastman?" continued Dotty; "'cause I'm going right out to tell my mother.
I wish he would stay all winter. I really don't see why he doesn't. I should think he could if you can." Dotty laughed. It was a tinkling little laugh, good to hear. "Cousin Chippy would starve to death," he declared. "It is all a matter of food. You ought to know that by this time, Peter.
Morning frocks of linen and a tailored street suit seemed to be ample in amount and variety. Bernice had more and grander ones, but the two D's were entirely satisfied, and watched the packing of their small trunks with joyful contentment. Dolly put in her diary, declaring she should write a full account of each day's happenings. "Then that'll do for me," said Dotty.
How can I find the thing, and clear you from suspicion if you have secrets from me?" "You can't, Dotty. Don't try." Dolly spoke in a tense, strained way, as if trying to preserve her calm. She sat down at their little dressing-table and began to brush her hair. A tap came at the door, and in a moment, Bernice came in. "Let me come in and talk to you girls," she begged.
His last words were that he'd bet me a packet of Woodbines that he landed the old fool." "He's gone dotty!" the auctioneer decided, as he turned back towards his sanctum. "He's either gone dotty or he's been drinking. The last chap in the world I should have thought it of!" The mental attitude of Alfred Burton, as he emerged into the street, was in some respects curious.
The hills of Gevaudan on the right were a little more naked, if anything, than those of Vivarais upon the left, and the former had a monopoly of a low dotty underwood that grew thickly in the gorges and died out in solitary burrs upon the shoulders and the summits. Black bricks of fir-wood were plastered here and there upon both sides, and here and there were cultivated fields.
They did not know Dotty and Katie were following them, and they chatted away as if they were quite by themselves. "Emily, have you seen my Lilly Viola?" said one little girl to another. "Miss Percival has dressed her all over new with a red dressing-gown and a black hat."
"I shouldn't like it at all, grandma. Don't let her go to my box will you?" "Selfish little girl!" said grandma, looking keenly at Dotty's troubled face. "You would expect Prudy to return every cent, if she were in your place." "Because because grandma " "Yes; and when I explain your duty to you, you don't understand me. You would understand if you were not so selfish!" Dotty winced.
"Why, what an idea!" said Dotty, laughing. But when she began to divide her own orange into sections, Katie looked on expectantly, knowing she should have a share. Dotty ate two quarters, gave one to Katie, and reserved the fourth for Polly.
Rosenberg scolded so hard that the paper bags overhead seemed to rattle, and some yellow pollen dropped out of one of them like shooting stars. Dotty had never known that there are such cruel people in the world; but let me tell you, little reader, every mother is not like the gentle, low-voiced woman who takes you in her lap, and kindly reproves you when you have done wrong.
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