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They discussed the matter in one of the full talks they both liked. At the end Mrs. Lander said, "Well, I guess you betta write home, and ask your motha whetha you can go, so't if we take the notion we can go any time. Tell her to telegraph, if she'll let you, and do write all the ifs and ands, so't she'll know just how to answa, without havin' to have you write again." That evening Mrs.

And my foot's so much betta, now, that I don't need you the whole while, any moa." "Did you speak to her about me?" asked the girl. "Well, I told her I'd tell you. I couldn't say how you'd like." "Oh, I guess I should like," said Clementina, with her eyes shining. "But I should have to ask motha." "I don't believe but what your motha'd be willin'," said Mrs. Atwell.

Lander's talk should take, which was oddly enough toward the business Clementina had come upon. "I declare I most forgot about my polonaise. Mr. Landa said your motha thought she could do something to it for me." "Yes'm." "Well, I may as well 'let you see it.

Can you do something to make her value superfluity and luxury at their true worth?" Mrs. Lander looked a little alarmed and a little offended. "I don't know as I undastand what you mean, exactly," she said, frowning rather with perplexity than resentment. "But the child sha'n't have a care, and her own motha couldn't be betta to her than me.

Jim drew the patte'n of it from the dress of one of the summa boa'das that he took a fancy to at the Centa, and fatha cut it out, and I helped motha make it. I guess every one of the children helped a little." "Well, it's just as I said, you can all of you do things," said Mrs. Atwell. "But I guess you ah' the one that keeps 'em straight. What did you say Mr. Landa said his wife wanted of you?"

If I can't let you have the wo'k the way you want, I don't think it's fair, and you ought to have the money for it just the same." Clementina shook her head smiling. "I don't believe motha would like to have me take it." "Oh, now, pshaw!" said Mrs. Lander, inadequately.

If I can't let you have the wo'k the way you want, I don't think it's fair, and you ought to have the money for it just the same." Clementina shook her head smiling. "I don't believe motha would like to have me take it." "Oh, now, pshaw!" said Mrs. Lander, inadequately.

"Yes," said Clementina. She still felt it very blunt not to say sir, too, but she tried to make her tone imply the sir, as Mr. Gregory had bidden her. "You've got a very pretty name." Clementina brightened. "Do you like it? Motha gave it to me; she took it out of a book that fatha was reading to her." "I like it very much," said Milray. "Are you tall for your age?" "I guess I am pretty tall."

"They aren't mad at you, but they're mad at Motha and Aunt Elsie and Ro and Dickie and oh evvabody!" Jane Ellen stated graciously. "Well, as long as they aren't mad at me Any letters for me, Jane Ellen?" "Yash." Oliver found them on the desk, looked them over, once, twice. A letter from Peter Piper. Two advertisements. A letter with a French stamp. Nothing from Nancy.

"Why don't you know?" he retorted in abated voice. "Them's her brothas and sistas." "And that woman?" "The lady at the conna? That's her motha." When the event was over, and all the things had been said and said again, and there was nothing more to keep the spring and summer months from going up to their rooms to lie down, and the fall and winter months from trying to get something to eat, Mrs.