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"There, there, father!" began the wife. "Be quiet. I'm boss of this shanty." Herman struck in: "Don't make a show of yourself, old man. Don't mind the old gent, Stacey; he's mumpy to-day, anyhow." Stacey rose. "I guess I I'd better not stay I " "Oh, no, no! Sit down, Stacey. It's all right. The old man's a little acid at me. He doesn't mean it." Stacey got his coat and hat.
Thus little Mumpy was thrown a third time on the world, but God found a protector for her in a friend of the widow, who sent her to the Refuge the Beehive as you call it which has been such a blessing to you, my lads, and to so many like you, and along with her the 10 pounds required to pay her passage and outfit to Canada.
It wasn't fear, she reflected, it was worse than fear; it was the awful loneliness of one who had never been really alone in her life. "It's the first night at boarding-school multiplied by a thousand," she sobbed softly. "Oh, why did I come to this awful place? I simply can't stay all night with that deaf woman and those mumpy children!
Before Tim could reply, Mr Merryboy came forward. "Capital!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of the fish; "well done, lads, well done. We shall have a glorious supper to-night. Now, Mumpy, you run home and tell mother to have the big frying-pan ready. She'll want your help.
For the rest, Lavender's own little eyrie was situated at the end of a long top passage, and might have been originally designed for a sanatorium and there, in solitary state, the poor mumpy poetess bewailed her fate, and besought the compassion of her companions.
Never mind the old gent, Stacey; he's mumpy to-day, anyhow." Stacey rose. "I guess I I'd better not stay I " "Oh no, no! Sit down! It's all right. The old man's a little acid at me. He doesn't mean it." Stacey got his coat and hat. His heart was swollen with indignation. He felt as if something fine were lost to him, and the land outside was so desolate! Mrs.
They thought they'd take it home with them; They didn't know, you see, The mumpy germs were waiting there As slyly as could be. But when they took the cup, alas! Those eight germs gave eight jumps And landed in those eight maids' throats, And gave them each the mumps." The months of March and April had come and gone. The days had passed in unvarying monotony for the most part.
And of course he couldn't eat Pinky, for he could not even swallow some slippery elm, which as everybody knows, is the slipperiest thing there is. "B-r-r-r!" cried the baboon again. "Zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba!" and he said the alphabet backward. Then, holding his mumpy jaws in both paws and winding his red tail around his blue nose, out of the house he ran, leaving the little piggie girl safe.
And her mamma saw the baboon running away, and, without even stopping for the spool of thread, she came home and felt very badly that Pinky had been frightened. "But you were very brave to hand the mumpy baboon a lemon," she said, and I think so, too, for it was just the right thing.
Now, as everybody knows, when you have the mumps, if a person even says "pickles," or "vinegar," or "lemons" to you, it makes your throat all pucker up and pain you like anything, and you can't even seem to swallow. Mumps and sour things don't seem to go together. And when the sour lemon juice got in the baboon's mouth and eyes, and some trickled down on his mumpy throat.
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