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The two pennies which the twins handed her were still moist from the hot little hands that had held them. Maida dropped them into an empty pocket in the money drawer. She felt as if she wanted to keep her first earnings forever. It seemed to her that she had never seen such precious-looking money.
Such is the plain of Maida, for instance, where stood not long ago the forest of Sant' Eufemia, safe retreat of Parafante and other brigand heroes. The level lands of Rosarno and Gioia are equally ill-reputed. A French battalion stationed here in the summer of 1807 lost over sixty men in fourteen days, besides leaving two hundred invalids in the hospital at Monteleone.
Next to her father and Granny Flynn, Maida loved Billy Potter better than anybody in the world. He was so little that she could never decide whether he was a boy or a man. His chubby, dimply face was the pinkest she had ever seen. From it twinkled a pair of blue eyes the merriest she had ever seen.
Balancing himself against the cradle there, he lifted the baby to the floor. “She can’t walk yet but you watch her go,” he said proudly. Go! The baby crept across the room so fast that Maida had to run to keep up with her. “Oh, the love!” she said, taking Delia into her arms. “Think of having a whole baby to yourself.”
During those days Georg was housed in official apartments, with Maida very often near him. Inactive, they were much together, discussing their respective worlds. The Princess Maida was hereditary ruler of the Venus Central State the only living heir to the throne.
"Oh, for my sake, for my sake!" she was wailing. "It wasn't his fault. Wait and let him have the chance to explain." One more shake I gave, and threw him off, so that he staggered back against the wall. "He threatened to shoot me at last," cried Maida. "Shall I kill him?" I asked. "No," she said trembling. "Let him go. You are here. I am safe."
She put on my best dress and did my hair this new way and even let me put cologne on. I couldn’t think why, because I never dress up until afternoons. Once when I looked at her, I saw there were tears in her eyes and, oh, Maida, it made me feel something awful, for I thought she was going to tell me that my mother was dead.
"Oh, are you," said Grace, putting away some 7-1/2 gloves into the 6-3/4 box. "Well, it's me for red. You see more red on Fifth avenue. And the men all seem to like it." "I like purple best," said Maida. "And old Schlegel has promised to make it for $8. It's going to be lovely.
And, indeed, she herself thought the place worthy of any degree of admiring enthusiasm. The shop was so strung with garlands of Christmas green that it looked like a bower. Bunches of mistletoe and holly added their colors to the holiday cheer. Red Christmas bells hung everywhere. “My goodness, I never passed such a day in my life,” Maida said that night at dinner.
Guess how much money they made!” Granny guessed three sums, and each time Maida said, triumphantly, “More!” At last Granny had to give it up. “Arthur made five dollars and thirty cents. Dicky made three dollars and eighty-seven cents. Rosie made two dollars and seventy cents.” After dinner that night, Maida accompanied Rosie and Dicky on the Christmas-shopping expedition.
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