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"Your mother would be the last to advise me to stand by and look on without moving a finger to save 'em. What can I do, Olly? What can I do?" This question was more easily put than answered. Poor Oliver looked as perplexed as his sire. "Pr'aps," he said, "we might do as Paul said he'd do, an' pray about it." "Well, we might do worse, my son.
Olly gave a fiendish laugh, but before any one else could move to the rescue, Gerald, with one fierce, unutterable look at her brother, and no thought but how soonest to end Miss Delano's speechless agony, quick as a flash, caught hold of an overhanging bough and swung herself on to a rock quite far out in the water, and thence, with a light, bold spring, landed safely in the middle of the boat as it drifted past.
Now, Polly, how are you to-day?" "Polly's got a bad cold; fetch the doc " said the bird at once, in such a funny cracked voice, that it made Olly jump as if he had heard one of the witches in Grimm's "Fairy Tales" talking. "Come, Polly, that's very well behaved of you; but you mustn't leave off in the middle, begin again.
Shut your eyes tight, that's much the best way of making a story." So Olly shut his eyes, and pressed his two hands tightly over them, and then he began again: "Once upon a time there was a daddy-long-legs " Another stop. "Was it a good daddy-long-legs?" asked Milly, anxious to help him on. "Yes," said Olly, "that's it, Milly. Once upon a time there was a good daddy-long-legs "
L., and she asked me to come and teach A. for three hours each day. Just what I wanted; and the children's welcome was very pretty and comforting to "Our Olly," as they called me. Now board is all safe, and something over for home, if stories and sewing fail. I don't do much, but can send little comforts to mother and Betty, and keep May neat. December 18th. Begin with A. L., in Beacon Street.
Marie and her "spy" had discovered the cause, just sixteen brief days after Olly had penned that remarkable letter, with a benediction and a "kiss-me" lozenge at the end, Mrs. Hazard and her maid, Esther Doerner, hied them down and across town until they reached a boarding-house on West Ninth street.
Do you know, children, that this story that you have been listening to is more than a thousand years old? Can you fancy that?" "No," said Milly, shaking her head. "I can't fancy it a bit, father. It's too long. It makes me puzzled to think of so many years." "Years and years and years and years!" said Olly. "When father's grandfather was a little boy." Mr. Norton laughed.
The graceful shrinking figure would gladly have escaped out of sight, but at the sound of her name Edward came forward to greet the Indian girl. Olly, with many muttered protestations against the rudeness shown to her young mahs'r, lifted the trap-door, and vanished down cellar. The pale life-weary young man was alone with the sweet womanly savage.
Except for one creature, at least, an old gray poll-parrot, that chatters away, and behaves as if it were quite sensible, and knew all about everything." "Hasn't she got any pussies, mother?" asked Olly. "Yes, two I believe; but they don't get on with Polly very well, so they live in the kitchen out of the way " "I like pussies better than pollies," said Olly gravely.
"If we were in there now," said Olly, watching the river with great excitement, "the water would push us down krick! and the fishes would come and etten us all up." "They'd be a long time gobbling you up, Master Fatty," said his father. "Come, run along; it's too cold to stand about." But how brilliant and beautiful it was after the rain!
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