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Of course, this was not true, my darling Fanny, at least " "Ralph, you shall stop talking to me like a child!" exclaimed Fanny, who had listened to the details of Mr. Ashley's passion with more and more constraint; "please to remember that I am not a baby, sir." Ralph looked at the lovely face, with its rosy-cheeks and flashing eyes, and burst out laughing.
But Columbine guessed that he had ridden to Kremmling and back in one day, on some order of Jack's. "Miss Collie, I'll tend to Pronto," he offered. "An' yore supper'll be waitin'." A bright fire blazed on the living-room hearth. The rancher was reading by its light. "Hello, rosy-cheeks!" greeted the rancher, with unusual amiability. "Been ridin' ag'in' the wind, hey?
She would not be dangerous to me; I am an old bird among the charming young damsels of this wicked world, and, consequently, not to be caught by chaff such chaff as brilliant eyes, and rosy-cheeks, and smiles; but, without being critical, my dear friend, I may be permitted to observe, that you look confiding. Take care it is the advice of a friend.
Rosy-Cheeks carries a carpet bag; Big-Eyes carries a new slate. Hand in hand they go into the summer morning, so happy and pretty a pair that it is no wonder people look after them, from window and door; and that other little girls, not dressed in their best and carrying no carpet bags, stand in the street gaping after them. Let the folks stare; no harm can come to the little sisters.
Her eyes were shining with mischief. “You’ve got a visitor,” she said. Maida could see that she was trying to keep her lips prim at the corners. She wondered who it was. Could it be— She ran into the living-room. Her father jumped up from the easy-chair to meet her. “Well, well, well, Miss Rosy-Cheeks. No need to ask how you are!” he said kissing her.
Did not grandmother tie pepper and salt into the corners of their pockets, to ward off the evil eye? The little maids see nothing but the road ahead, so eager are they upon their errand. Carpet bag and slate proclaim that errand: Rosy-Cheeks and Big-Eyes are going to school. I have no words to describe the pride with which my sister and I crossed the threshold of Isaiah the Scribe.
You're the most wonderful woman I ever heard of. Old rosy-cheeks!" And he pinched them just to see the colour come and go. John Cardigan was seated in his lumberjack's easy-chair as his son approached.
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