United States or Ghana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
They concluded to take the train from Lakewood, and not return again to Seacote. "Grandma will be getting anxious to see us," Uncle Steve declared. "I did not intend to stay as long as this when I left home." "Good-bye, old Kitsie," said Midget; "don't walk into any more red seas, and write to me often, won't you?" "Yes, I will, Midge; but you don't write very often, yourself."
"You may have her," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling, "if you'll return her safely." "Oh, I can't promise that. I'm of rather careless habits, and I might mislay her somewhere." "Well, I'll trust you for this once. Mops, do you want to go to town with Father?" Marjorie's eyes flashed an answer, and Kitty exclaimed: "Without us?" "I grieve to disappoint you, Kitsie," said Mr.
I'm going to make fudge for her, while she's gone to-day." "I wish I could do something for her. Boys are no good!" "You are too!" cried loyal little Kitty. "You can help her with her arithmetic every night. She can do it all right, if she has a little help, and Glad used to help her a lot." "Good for you, Kitsie! of course I will. Dear old Midge, I'm terrible sorry for her."
Kitty was quite calm about it, and cuddled into the folds of Cousin Ethel's satin cloak, while she told her story. "Of course, I shouldn't have jumped if I had been awake," she said; "but you can't help what you do in your sleep, can you?" "No," said Uncle Steve; "you weren't a bit to blame, Kitsie, and I'm thankful you came down so safely.
And to the order she added cakes and candied fruits and other dainties, until it bade fair to be a celebration feast indeed. Marjorie, delighted to be in her own room once more, chattered rapidly, as she and Kitty dressed, and tied ribbons, and hooked waists for each other. "Delight is an awfully nice girl, Kitsie," she was saying.
Many more things I could tell you as I talk in lovely rhyme, but I think it is my duty to let others share the time." Mr. Maynard sat down amid great applause, and Kitty said, earnestly, "You are a lovely poet, Father. I wish you'd give up your other business, and just write books of poetry." "I'm afraid, Kitsie, we wouldn't have enough money for pink ice-cream in that case," said Mr.
"Right you are, Kitsie," said her father, "though I don't know why you guessed it so quick." "Well, nothing else is red and big. But why do you call it a pet? And how does it purr?" "You're so practical, Kitty, it's difficult to make you understand; but I feel quite sure we'll all make a pet of it, and when you once hear it purr, you'll think it a prettier sound than any kitten ever made."
Maynard, "but I do believe my children are more ingenious than others in trumping up new games." "We are," said Kitty, "but usually it's Midget who does the crazy things. King and I don't cut up jinks much." "That's so," agreed Uncle Steve. "Last summer Miss Mischief kept us all in hot water. But this year, Kitsie has been a model of propriety.
It is lovely, Kitsie, and I don't see how you ever found such a beautiful bird picture." Marjorie had always been fond of birds, and lately had begun studying them in earnest. Orioles were among her favorites, and so Kitty's picture was a truly welcome gift. King's present came next, and was a beautiful gold pen with a pearl holder. "That," he explained, "is so you'll write to us often.
"Well, Kit," remarked Kingdon, in a breathing pause between songs, "we'll miss you lots, o' course, but you'll have a gay old time at Grandma's. That Molly Moss is a whole team in herself." "She's heaps of fun, Kitsie," said Marjorie, "but she's chock-a-block full of mischief. But you won't tumble head over heels into all her mischiefs, like I did!
Word Of The Day