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Do you mind if I take it home, Dicky?” she asked. “I’d like to show it to my father when he comes. It’s the first thing I ever made in my life.” “Of course,” Dicky said. “Don’t the other children ever try to copy your things?” Maida asked. “They try to,” Arthur answered, “but they never do so well as Dicky.” “You ought to see their nose-pinchers,” Rosie laughed. “They can’t stand up straight.

She did not know much about boys, apart from John and Malcolm and the Pretender. All outside this list were classed in her mind as "other boys," and were an unknown waste. But Hector McQueen, everybody knew, was quite the nicest boy in school. It was just like Rosie to carry off the prize.

When her mistress was out of the house she could give vent to her spite by getting into Fan's room and teasing her in every way that her malice suggested. But Fan usually locked her out, and would not even open the door to take in her dinner when it was brought; then Rosie would wait until it was cold before leaving it on the landing.

The two little girls seized each other and hopped around the room in a mad dance, Maida chanting in a deep sing-song, “Your mother’s come home!” and Rosie screaming at the top of her lungs, “My mother’s come home!” After a few moments of this, they sank exhausted on the bed. “Tell me all about it,” Maida gasped. “Begin at the very beginning and don’t leave anything out.”

"Rose and Miss Smythe have come, Tom," she called to him, as he crossed the lawn, swinging his stick, and walking with a free, happy step. "I'm glad of that. Where is Rosie? I'm afraid I shall not be able to see much of her to-morrow, Aunt Lucy. I must go to Croydon, after all. But I'll get back early. How do you think Rose is looking?" "She is pale, Tom; but she says she is very well.

"No, I will not, Rosie; I ought to have known you were but jesting, and I beg your pardon," Lulu said, and her father smiled approvingly upon her. "Cousin Ronald," said Walter, "can't you make some fun for us to-morrow with your ventriloquism?" "Oh, do, Cousin Ronald, do!" cried the girls in eager chorus.

And, indeed, Rosie was so full of energy that it seemed to spurt out in the continual sparkle of her face and the continual movement of her body. She never walked. She always crossed the street in a series of flying jumps. She never went through a gate if she could go over the fence, never climbed the fence if she could vault it.

If this sounds wrong, remember Rosie had been no wife to me for three years only a torment and a disgrace and I deserved some credit for having stood it like I did. I had never dared have such thoughts before, though I'd often remarked what a pretty creature Miss Nelson was, just like a man does without anything further in his head.

Lathrop’s permission though.” He seized his hat and made for the door. “I’d better see her about it to-night.” The door slammed. It had all happened so suddenly that the children gazed after him with wide-open mouths and eyes. “What do you suppose it’s going to be, Maida?” Rosie asked finally. “I don’t know,” Maida answered. “I haven’t the least idea.

She returned their caresses with words of mother love, tears shining in her eyes at the thought that this might prove almost her last opportunity. "What do you think, Rosie?" laughed Walter. "Mamma called me her baby boy last night; me a great fellow of eleven. I think you must be her baby girl." But Rosie made no reply. She was gazing earnestly into her mother's face.