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I'll talk to papa about it, and he'll tell us what to give them and how to give it." "And there are a number of other families in the neighborhood probably quite as poor and forlorn," said Lora Howard. "Oh I think it would be delightful to get them all together somewhere and surprise them with a Christmas tree loaded with nice things! Lets do it, girls.
"Maybe I could," says Tita, with another glance. Rylton, who is listening, laughs. His laugh seems to sting Mrs. Bethune to her heart. She turns to him, and lets her dark eyes rest on his. "What a little flirt!" says she contemptuously. "Oh no! a mere child," returns he. "Miss Bolton! What an answer!" Gower is now at the height of his enjoyment.
"After the governor, the man upon whom the most depends is the attorney-general. The fellow who is in now, Dortscher, is one of the candidates, but we've crossed his name off. The next man we considered was Jim Rankin. In some ways he's fit; he's a hard fighter, and the man doesn't live who can bluff him. But Jim's poor, and he wants mighty bad to be rich, so I reckon that lets him out."
"Gin'rally we just rolls ther logs down hill when we cuts 'em an' lets 'em lay thar whar they falls in ther creek beds," McGivins had explained.
Just notice that where Zee Zee is bright orange-y red she is yellow, and instead of a black head she has a gray head and her back is olive-green with a grayish tinge. She isn't nearly as handsome as Zee Zee, but then, that's not to be expected. She lets Zee Zee do the singing and the showing off and she does the work. I expect she'll build that nest with almost no help at all from him.
"If your pa lets you sit up till all hours, so that you're not fit for anything in the morning, should I be blamed?" complained the faded-out lady. "I'm sure I have enough to do every day, and all day. I have got to have some help on Saturdays and that is all there is to it."
Charles Fleming laughed. "They don't think we are good enough for their company," he said. "I'm not anxious for it," said Andy. "I like yours better." "I didn't think you could get away from work to come to school. Are you working for Miss Grant now?" "Yes, but she lets me come to school half the day. She's a bully ould lady." "Well, half a loaf's better than no bread. Will you sit with me?
Oh she lets him down easy sends him an engraved invitation to her marriage with some guy with oodles of the long green whom her parent on her mother's side has corraled at the matrimonial bargain counter. Then the young man has a case of what we Chermans call Katzenjammer, and swears an almighty swore never to do so any more. But he does.
She lets him look so, for a second, when she says gently, giving him her hand in good-night; "it would not do to leave you all the power of witchery," and she lets him put her hand through his arm and lead her to the foot of her stairs, where, with a silent hand-clasp they part for the night.
For one would declare you had never known aught outside of a gray gown. And each change brings out new loveliness. Madam Wetherill, how do you keep such a sprite in order?" "She lets me do as I like, and I love to do as she likes," was the quick reply, as she laid her pretty hand on the elder woman's shoulder, and smiled into her eyes. "She is a spoiled child," returned madam fondly.
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