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"I 'ain't never told a living soul, and I never shall, but I don't see what you are goin' to do if either you or him wants to git married to anybody else." "I am not worrying about getting married," said Maria. This time she pushed past Gladys. Her knees fairly knocked together. Gladys looked at her with sympathy and the old little-girl love and adoration.
Indeed, they were in a state of mind to have assented if I advised them to sit out on a park bench until morning. Yet, when I had put them and their scanty luggage into a taxicab, I suffered a bad pang of misgiving. What responsibility was I assuming in letting my little-girl cousin go like this? What did I know of this man, or where he would take her?
She had no idea that his last look at her was like some precious canvas that a collector adds to his treasures, that to the thousands of little-girl Normas, and bookshop Normas, and to the memorable picture of a débutante Norma at her first opera, Wolf carried away with him to-night one more Norma: a brown, self-possessed, prettier-than-ever Norma, in a wide English hat and a plain linen suit, and transparent green silk stockings that matched her green silk parasol.
Forget for this once that you are trustees, and think what it means to the children." "But can't you understand?" urged the President, "we feel a special interest in these children. They are beginning to belong to us as you do, yourself, for that matter." The little-girl look came rushing into Margaret MacLean's face, flooding it with wistfulness.
Sylvia felt uneasy at the recurrence of this topic, and cast about for something to turn the conversation. "Oh, Arnold," she began, rather at random, "whatever became of Professor Saunders? I've thought about him several times since I've been here, but I've forgotten to ask you or Tantine. He was my little-girl admiration, you know." Arnold smoked for a moment before answering.
I want them to be children plain, happy, laughing children with as normal a heritage as we can scrape together for them. All it needs is the magic of a little human understanding. That's the most potent magic in the whole world. Why, it can do anything!" A little-girl look came into Margaret MacLean's face.
He realized that Margaret MacLean had grown into a vital and vitalizing personality a force with which those who came in contact would have to reckon. She stood before him now, frozen into a gray, accusing figure. "Are you ill?" he found himself asking. "No." He shifted his weight uneasily to the other foot. "Is there anything you want?" Her face softened into the little-girl look.
But evidently Eleanor did not understand little-girl talk as well as Betsy understood cat-talk, for a little later, as Betsy turned from the nest she was making in the corner behind the stove, Eleanor was missing; and when she ran out toward the barn she met her again, her head strained painfully back, dragging another fat, heavy kitten, who curled his pink feet up as high as he could in a vain effort not to have them knock against the stones.
At other times it breaks into wistful, tender, little-girl sobs and catches the rhythm of poetry as in the death of Nell. Sometimes a character in Dickens will say something so humorously pregnant, so directly from what we hear in street and tavern, that art itself "gives up," and applauds, speechless.
"Oh how base how base!" Undine was trembling with one of her little-girl rages, the storms of destructive fury before which Mr. and Mrs. Spragg had cowered when she was a charming golden-curled cherub. But life had administered some of the discipline which her parents had spared her, and she pulled herself together with a gasp of pain. "Of course he's been turned against me.
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