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Grandpa Markham shook his head. "They have, but it's mostly their ruination; so don't build castles in the air about this Guy Remington." "Me! Oh, grandpa, I never dreamed of Mr. Guy!" and Madeline blushed half indignantly. "He's too rich, too aristocratic, though Sarah said he didn't act one bit proud, and was so pleasant, the servants all worship him, and Mrs.
I told him grandma was ready; and he said to go back and tell grandma to go to the harness shop and wait, he had to come there for a halter, and he'd pick us up there. I went back and told her and we went to the harness shop and waited. But grandpa didn't come; and finally grandma said to go out and see what was the matter, and I did, and found grandpa comin' out of the bank.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Tippy Toes, "How long did he have to wear those mittens?" Grandpa Grumbles answered, "Really, now, I cannot say, But I guess it was a year and a day." Then Tippy Toes laughed so hard that he doubled right up in a little ball and rolled over and over.
If you were anything grander I should have to put on smoked glasses to look at you. Church, eh?" He took the brown pamphlet she carried and examined it. "Yes. I wish you were coming." "Oh, I have an important engagement at the golf club this morning." "Have you? Well, grandpa, I was thinking you can't play golf or ride at night, and wouldn't you take me Wednesday evening?" "Where to?" "Church."
The frog boys wanted very much to go away and play ball with their friends, for, it being the Easter vacation, there was no school, but, instead, they remained at home nearly all the while, so Grandpa wouldn’t feel lonesome. But at last one day the old gentleman frog said: “Now, boys, I’m sure you must be very tired of staying with me so much. You need a little vacation.
"Well, I suppose I'll have my say in the matter, and strangely enough I'm on your grandfather's side. The clearer you keep of me the better it will be for you, my man." "That's just like grandpa all over again," protested the boy; and when it comes to that, he needn't know anything about it he doesn't know half that I do, anyway; he blusters so about things."
It was then that a small, fat boy with a paper megaphone longer than he was waddled out almost to first base and levelling his trumpet at me, thundered out in a sudden silence: "Hello, Foxy Grandpa!" That was too much. I got rattled, and when there were three men on bases and two out, a swift grounder came to me, I fell catching it and threw wildly to first from my knees.
They were gone, somewhere, beyond her sight, but they were still living and moving and working as they had done here on earth. Some fault of vision, some failure of the senses made it impossible for her to communicate with them. But they were there, and alive! Her mother was sure of that. And Grandpa was right, he had met them the sooner for their untimely call to the Life Beyond.
"No, not all, I suppose," said Fleda, "but I know a good many. I have gone about through the woods so much, and I always look for the springs." "And who roams about through the woods with you?" "Oh nobody but grandpa," said Fleda. "He used to be out with me a great deal, but he can't go much now, this year or two." "Don't you go to school?" "O no!" said Fleda smiling.
They took out their seventeen little red pocket handkerchiefs and cried and cried. All this time Grandpa Grumbles was sitting in an easy chair by the fire. He grumbled, "'Tis silly to make such a dreadful noise, You are worse than seventeen girls and boys." Then he took his green cotton umbrella and went upstairs.
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