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"If you see me going to laugh," whispered the young lady, "pinch me hard." "Moon-cat," repeated Mr. Lavender, "where have you come from? And what do you want, holding up your paw like that? What curious little noises you make, duckie!" The cat, indeed, was uttering sounds rather like a duck. It came closer to Mr.
"Man, Johnson," he remarked, and shook his head mournfully, "youse ought to be varra careful aboot sayin' things like that to the likes of us. 'Deed aye!" "What for, ole son?" inquired the jester indulgently. "Naithing," replied Bogle with artistic reticence. "Come along aht with it!" insisted Johnson. "Cough it up, duckie!"
Tweksbury could never stand the excitement now, or even this summer." Doris's voice was more suggestive of attention as she now spoke. Martin waited. "I know, Aunt Dorrie, but I am sure she would rather have me and Ken married than come to our wedding. Listen, duckie! Suppose, after Joan comes, we plan the dearest little service in the Chapel I'm sure we could snatch Father Noble as he flits by.
The next morning Joanna overslept herself, in consequence of a restless hour during the first part of the night. As a result, it had struck half past seven before she went into her sister's room. She was not the kind of person who knocks at doors, and burst in to find Ellen, inadequately clothed in funny little garments, doing something very busily inside the cupboard. "Hullo, duckie!
Tell Tabb that no one in Petersburg wants to see her half as much as her papa, and now that her little boy has his mouth full of teeth, he would not appear so LONESOME as he did in the summer. If she should find in the 'Burg' a 'Duckie' to take his place, I beg that she will send him up to me.
So they kissed her and hugged her too. Now the froggies were singing their evening song. The sun was getting close to his home in the west. Little Duckie and his real mother and father came out of the water and waddled off towards the barn. The Swans folded their wings and came to the shore. So the Toyman brought the ship to the harbour and anchored her for the night. It was the first snowfall.
Duckie was right at the edge now and Mother Hen, who was really his step-mother, made one last appeal, but the ducks one and all called: "Back, back, back!" They weren't talking to Duckie. They meant the White Wyandottes. They were taking his part, you see, though not for one minute did they guess he was their child, their very own. Duckie appreciated that too.
I knew it. They fooled you!" Old Father Drake, the head of the duck family, started for the water. Mother Duck and all the little ducks went in too. They were going to show Duckie the way. He just couldn't stand it any longer. So plopp in he went and paddled around after the others, and ducked his head under the water to catch his dinner, just as a real duckling should.
Rich people can do anything." "Yes, that's so," remarked the watchman's wife, with her musical voice. "When a poor man thinks of getting married, there's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip; but a rich man need only make up his mind and it's done. We knew a toff like that duckie. What d'you think he did?" "Well, have you spoken about my affairs?" the old woman asked.
Her shoulders heaved, and great panting sobs shook her broad back. "My liddle Ellen ... my treasure, my duckie ... oh, why have you left us?... You could have come back to me if you didn't like it.... Oh, Ellen, where are you?... Come back ..." Arthur stood motionless beside her, his frame rigid, his protuberant blue eyes staring through the window at the horizon.
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