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Jest like wakin' in the mornin' after dancin' all night. Ye make the garls seem to hear me seemin' to say Oooo! I was so comfortable before your disturbin' me with your horrud voices. Ye understand, Mr. Braintop? 'I'm in bed, and you're a cold bath. Begin like that, ye know. 'Here's clover, and you're nettles. D'ye see?
"Let's walk." Oliver fell into step beside her. "I haven't seen you in ages," she said. "I know. How are the girls?" "Maria has an earache, but it's getting better. They're fine." She gave him an encouraging look. "I made something for you a present." "Oooo . . ." "I was going to mail it, but I didn't want to embarrass you." "It's been a long time since I was embarrassed." "It's a valentine."
We danced, we whirled, we twirled. Ale upon this! My head was lost. "Why don't it last for ever?" says I. "I wish it did," says she. The naivete enraptured me. "Oooo!" I cried, hugging her, and then, you know, there was no course open to a man of honour but to offer marriage and make a lady of her.
With eyes and nose stopped up? Oooo! I'm full of mud. And my nice new riding-suit!" Bo's tones indicated that she was ready to cry. Helen, realizing Bo had not been hurt, began to laugh. Her sister was the funniest-looking object that had ever come before her eyes. "Nell Rayner are you laughing at me?" demanded Bo, in most righteous amaze and anger. "Me laugh-ing? N-never, Bo," replied Helen.
Shortie sprang into position as cheer-leader pro-tem and if wild gyrations and a deep voice lent inspiration certainly nothing more was needed, for as the shells came rushing on "Hoo oo oo oo oooo! Hoo oo oo oo oooo! Hoo oo oo oo oooo! Hoo oo oo oo oooo! Navy! Navy! Navy! Yale! Yale! Yale!"
Very fine Hogs Puddings: Shred four pounds of beef-suet very fine, mix with it two pounds of fine sugar powder'd, two grated nutmegs, some mace beat, and a little salt, and three pounds of currants wash'd and pick'd; beat twenty-four yolks, twelve whites of eggs, with a little sack; mix all well together, and fill your guts, being clean and steep'd in orange-flower-water; cut your guts quarter and half long, fill them half full; tye at each end, and again thus oooo.
Jest like wakin' in the mornin' after dancin' all night. Ye make the garls seem to hear me seemin' to say Oooo! I was so comfortable before your disturbin' me with your horrud voices. Ye understand, Mr. Braintop? 'I'm in bed, and you're a cold bath. Begin like that, ye know. 'Here's clover, and you're nettles. D'ye see?
We danced, we whirled, we twirled. Ale upon this! My head was lost. "Why don't it last for ever?" says I. "I wish it did," says she. The naivete enraptured me. "Oooo!" I cried, hugging her, and then, you know, there was no course open to a man of honour but to offer marriage and make a lady of her.
Her husband, as she paused to look in at his door, greeted her: "Had a good time?" She could not answer. He yawned, delicately. He was seated at his mirror, arranging his wringing wet permanent in serried rows by means of tiny combs. "Gooooo oooo oo d night," he said. That was all. Yet she was kinda mad. A footle, twaddly love affair! No art. A silly little dumpling smattering with a brute beast.
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