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"She ain't finished her dinner!" breathlessly proclaimed a long- legged girl of about ten, who had run after the child, being one of her numerous sisters; "Mother said she was to come back straight." "I s'ant go back!" declared Ipsie defiantly; "Zozey and me's sweetheartin'!" Old Josey chuckled. "That's so! So we be!" he said tranquilly; "Come along little lass! Come along!"
"Nice, nice man, vewy nice! Floss s'an't have it, he s'ant Floss a geedy boy. He dived it me for meself. Oh, an' yes!" With a sudden remembrance of something less absorbing than the ball, she held up the paper a mere folded scrap. Alexia seized it eagerly, held it fast in her hands, asked almost inaudibly: "Who gave it to you, child?" "Him did. You droppened it.
"S'ant!" replied the young rebel, helping himself to the coveted 'cakie', and beginning to eat the same with calm audacity. "You must never say that to Papa. I shall carry you if you don't go yourself." "Go 'way, me don't love Parpar." and Demi retired to his mother's skirts for protection.
It was all that her little heart could do to keep from papa and mamma the wonderful secret. Every evening she would bustle about her father with an air of such great mystery, and seek to pique his curiosity by most skilful hints, such as, "I know somefing! but I s'ant tell you." "Not tell me! O Ally! Why not?" "O, it's about a New 'Ear's pes "
"Ally, Ally," resounds from several voices, "don't you tell." "No, I s'ant but you are going to have a New 'Ear's pesant, and so is mamma, and you can't dess what it is." "Can't I?" "No, and I s'ant tell you." "Now, Ally," said papa, pretending to look aggrieved. "Well, it's going to be somefin worked." "Ally, be careful," said Emma.
And when that dance and its encore were over she went to lean against a tree, while Wallace Banks fanned her, but she was so busy with Wallace that she did not notice William, though she passed near enough to waft a breath of violet scent to his wan nose. A fragment of her silver speech tinkled in his ear: "Oh, Wallie Banks! Bid pid s'ant have Bruvva Josie-Joe's dance 'less Joe say so.
'And he can puff four puffs at grandpapa's pipe without being sick, can't he? 'I s'ant puff any more puffs, said the boy, resolutely. 'Mamma says no. I s'ant. 'That's just like her! said the squire, dropping his voice this time however. 'As if it could do the child any harm!
"Come along, Miss Daisy," she exclaimed; "'tis time we was a-moving home, and you mustn't trouble the gentleman no further, missy." "I s'ant go home, and I will stay," responded Daisy, her face growing very red as she clung to her new friend. The man put his arm round her in delight. "Sit down, my girl," he said, addressing Anne, "the little miss is not troubling me.
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