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Childish, pitifully weak-minded no doubt, and therefore the more natural that one should crave a voice, thus in the disposition of what one has learned through long usage so very falsely to call one's own!" "We will do exactly what you wish, even to the littlest particular, I promise you both for Faircloth and for myself," Damaris answered, forcing herself to calmness and restraint of tears.
He's the littlest Warrior among the War Chiefs, but he kin see farder an' do it oftener an' better than his betters. He kin see round a corner or through a tree. 'Cept maybe at night, he's the swell seer of the outfit, an' the Council has voted to call him 'Hawkeye." "How How How How How "
Grant dropped his chin in his hand so that their heads were nearly on a level across his desk and looked at her with gentle kindness in his eyes. "The Littlest Rebel, eh?" he said in low tones. "How old are you?" "S-s-s-even. Goin' on eight," responded Virgie, gulping down a sob and nervously fingering her tattered dress. "Ah, yes," he nodded.
Then Posy Jane, having done all she could for the child she loved betook herself to her room in Meg-Laundress's small tenement, though she would gladly have watched in the littlest house for the return of its master, a return which she continually felt was more and more doubtful. And Glory slept peacefully the whole night through. Nor did Bo'sn's own uneasy slumbers disturb her once.
"Well, sor, Oi hadn't been there more'n three 'r four minits, whin th' door opened, an' oot steps a little ould lady, aboot th' littlest an' ouldest Oi iver see in 'Frisco. "'Good avenin', Mother Machree, says Oi, touchin' me hat. "'Mother Machree! says she, an' gives me a sharp look. Also she sniffs. 'Ye poor man, says she. 'Ye'll catch yer death o' cold, out here.
Finally, as it disappeared altogether, Seaton turned to his wife and tenderly, lovingly, took her in his arms. "Littlest Girl.... Sweetheart...." he whispered, and paused, overcome by the intensity of his feelings. "I know, husband mine," she answered, while tears dimmed her glorious eyes. "It is too deep. With nothing but words, we can't say a single thing." The Return to Earth
Little dreamin' they, poor souls, how that that same nursemaid would stop to chatter with a friend of her own, right at the bridge-end and leave the child out of her arms just for the minute, who, set on the ground by herself, runs off in high glee an' no more to that story, till she finds herself in the 'littlest house, where me colleen lived; an' what come after ye know.
"And you don't believe in Him, Mommy?" "No. What would be the use if you hung 'em up and didn't find anything in 'em in the morning?" "It'd be awful, but I believe in Him," said the littlest girl. "I don't think God has forgot us, really. I'm going to try." "I tell you 'tain't no use." "Oh, yes, it is." "I'm sure it ain't. But have it your own way," said the woman.
As he came down the short stair a friend faced him and said "Good-night," where we say "Good-evening." "Hello, Bill," said the fat drummer. They shook hands languidly. The fat man yawned and asked, "Anything doing?" "Not the littlest," said Bill.
But the littlest Jackdaw said, "It came true, and went away, because it was never intended for us." Now some days after this the old Jack-daw again came carrying something that shone like an evening star a little spike of gold with a burning emerald set in the end of it. "And what do you think of that?" said he to his wife. "I daren't come near it," she answered, "for fear it should burn me!"
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