United States or Cabo Verde ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
They had all brought presents, and Mary knew by the way Agatha stared at her that she was wondering where hers was. Perhaps it would be better to give the clog now, though she had intended to wait until she and Jackie were alone.
Mr Greenop welcomed the children with his usual brisk cheerfulness, and had, as Jackie had hoped, a good many new things to show them; the nicest of all was a bullfinch which piped the tune of "Bonnie Dundee" "at command," as his owner expressed it.
Heaven be praised!" and before Jackie had at all regained his breath, she had rushed away down the nut-walk, and was out of sight. Mary, who had remained unseen, looked down from the tree. "Isn't she an odd woman?" she said. "Do you think she's mad? Or perhaps those are Yorkshire ways." "If they are," replied Jackie much ruffled and discomposed, "I don't like Yorkshire ways at all.
"Come and ask her," said Mary; and Jackie, rather breathless, for he had run the whole way from the White House, proceeded with his request: "The donkey-cart's going," he said, "and the three little ones, and Rice, and Fraulein, and all of us, and we're going quite early because it's so hot, and we shall stop to tea, and make a fire, of course, and mother hopes you'll let Mary go."
Elizabeth and Mary and Sarah Emily, when they were not quarreling over who should nurse Baby Jackie, managed to set the table for a second late tea. A grand tea it was too, with the big shining tablecloth Aunt Margaret had brought from the Old Country, and the high glass preserve dish that always had reminded Elizabeth in her early years of the pictures of the laver in the tabernacle court.
Don't you like me? But I think you said you didn't want to have a father?" Jackie did not answer this question. After a moment's reflection, he said, "If you be father, why didn't you come to see us before?" William glanced at Esther, who, in her turn, glanced at Mrs. Lewis. "I'm afraid that's rather a long story, Jackie. I was away in foreign parts."
When Alice reached the duckpen that night, after she had gone visiting Sister Sallie, and was brought home by the puppy dogs, she told her folks all about it. "Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, eh?" remarked Jimmie, her brother, when she had told their names. "I never heard of them. They must be new around here." "They are," answered Alice. "But they are just as cute as they can be; really they are."
There is no anchorage between Pantar and Ombaye; but on the south side of Timor, at the mouth of the Naminie River, and twenty-five miles further eastward, and also at the east point, inside the small island of Pulo Jackie, there are good anchorages in from 10 to 15 fathoms.
Soon afterward, when Anderson, fagged but overjoyed, hobbled into the village, the excited crowd was ready to lynch him, but with his first words the atmosphere changed. "Where is Jackie Blake?" sobbed a pretty young woman, grasping the proud marshal's arm and shaking him violently. "Derned if I know, ma'am. Was he stole?"
"This is a story," began Mrs Chelwood when they were all settled, "which I have only just heard myself, and it is a true one. It has something to do with one of Jackie's presents to-day." "I wonder which?" said Jackie, rubbing his knees. "You shall hear," said his mother. "Now, listen. "Once there was a poor mother who lived far away from here in the north of England, and worked in a factory.
Word Of The Day