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It is the whim of this old woman to call it a 'Home for Curables' which, of course, is only a whim. Will you come to see me as soon as you can and let us talk it over?" Margaret MacLean folded the letter slowly and put it back in its envelope. "You see," she said, the little-girl look spreading over her face "you see, you mustn't take us back again.
It was the hand of fate: I knew the music, and I was wearing a black suit. "Honey I'll turn the pages," I offered boldly before anyone else could volunteer. "Just like we used to do." She gave me that little-girl smile I'd hardly seen it in ten years, but it made me feel like a real father again. "Oh, Daddy, would you?" "Come on," I said, putting my arm around her.
"No! No! No! Take me back." "Oh, Jeanette, that isn't nice! What ails the child? She's always so eager to come to me. Shame on Jeanette! Come, baby, to Aunty Em?" "No! No! No! My mamma says you're crazy. Take me back take me." For a frozen moment Henry regarded his wife above the glittering fluff of little-girl curls.
Lily looked at Johnny Trumbull. The great fact did remain. He had been spanked, he had thrown his own aunt down in the dust. He had taken advantage of her little-girl protection, but he was a boy. Lily did not understand his why at all, but she bowed before it. However, that she would not admit. She made a rapid change of base. "What," said she, "are you going to do next?" Johnny stared at her.
And indeed Sara could distinguish many sorts small, gurgly Baby-Laughs, dimpled Little-Girl Laughs, Chuckles like Jimmy's, soft Laughs like Mother's, and almost the pleasantest of all, deep, delighted Father-Laughs that almost made her homesick.
In spite of her round baby face, and a carefree, little-girl manner that went with it, she was a capable business woman and earned her college fees as stenographer to the dean.
I kissed the poor little-girl cry-spots; and with that a perfect flood of tears rose to my eyes but they didn't fall, for there, right in front of me, stood a more woe-stricken human being than I could possibly be, if I judged by appearances. "Molly, Molly," gulped Billy, "I am so sick I'm going to die here on the floor," and he sank into my arms. "Oh, Billy, what is the matter?"
Anne, coming out with sandwiches, joined in the general laugh. "You scared Cherry out of ten years' growth!" Alix reproached Martin. "I I thought he might have hurt himself!" Cherry said, in the softest of little-girl voices, and with her shy little head hanging. Anne decided that it was becoming her clear duty to talk to Cherry.
Buying carpet sweepers and window curtains and linoleum. Pizzicato, pianissimo, professor little-girl gigglers and hard-faced dock wallopers and slick-haired lounge lizards and broken-hearted ones twenty a day they sidle up to Madge's counter, where the love me, love me songs razz the heavy air, and shoot a dime for a wedding ring. "That St.
We can have two girls, costumed as pages, to bring out and remove the posters announcing the numbers." "That's a good idea," approved Arline. "I can sing baby and little-girl songs and dance a little. I might sing one to fill in." "You are engaged to sing one the first time you come to see me," laughed Grace. "Here is talent of which we never dreamed.
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