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"I hope she won't ever find out my part in it," sighed Polly. "But I can't help being glad I went, even if father did scold!" "I was afraid he would." "Yes," nodded Polly, with a little regretful scowl. "But tell me about David!" broke out Miss Sterling eagerly. "Is it made up?" Polly laughed happily. "No more quarrels forever! Mrs.
We were very good friends weren't we? all that summer?" "And are still, I hope," said I with my most sweeping bow. "What have I done to forfeit Miss Meyrick's esteem?" "Nothing, except that you used to find your way oftener to Meyrick Place than you do now. Well, I won't scold you for that: I shall make up for that on the other side." What did she mean?
"I have not slept at all," answered Nisida, smiling, to reassure her father; "I am perfectly well, but I have something to confess to you." "Speak quickly, child; I am dying with impatience." "Perhaps I have done wrong; but I want you to promise beforehand not to scold me." "You know very well that I spoil you," said the old man, with a caress; "I shall not begin to be stern to-day."
"And she is as modest as she is excellent," added Adrienne, taking bath of the girl's hands, "the least praise, either of her adopted brother or of herself, troubles her in this way. But it is mere childishness, and I must scold her for it." Mdlle. de Cardoville spoke sincerely, for the explanation given by Rodin appeared to her very plausible.
"Scold? I wouldn't care about that. He said he'd give me the horse-whip when I got home if it wasn't full." Christina shuddered. "But you did fill it," she cried indignantly. "Won't he believe you?" The boy looked at her as an old man might look at a prattling child.
Spencer," she said. "I hope he will scold you." Whatever Dr. Spencer might have suffered, he was far too polite to scold, and a glance between the two physicians ended in a merry twinkle of his bright eyes. "This way," he said; "we are all ready." "But where's my little Daisy?" said Dr. May. "You'll see her in a minute. She is as good as gold."
"You are quite wet, child." "No, I must go out again at once," Ellen replied. "I only wanted to peep in." "But it's really very late," grumbled Stolpe. "Are you only off duty now?" "Yes, it's not my going-out day." "Not to-day again? Yes, it's sheer slavery, till eleven at night!" "That's the way things are, and it doesn't make it any better for you to scold me," said Ellen courageously.
She had but one passion but, like Aaron's rod, it had a most consuming tendency and that was to scold, and abuse, all whom hard fate had brought within the unfortunate limits of her tyranny.
How you would scold, dear little readers, if I were to enter into a particular description of each child's Nurse, and tell whether Miss Aurora, Miss Julia, Miss Hermione, &c. &c. &c. were brought up on baked flour, groat-gruel, rusks, tops and bottoms, or revalenta food! Whether they took more castor-oil, or rhubarb and magnesia; whether they squalled on those occasions or were very good.
"Oh! I must scold you. Work is making you lose your head. Can you not take time to eat?" He smiled sadly. "It is not time that I want." He fumbled in his pocket and brought out three big sous. "I cannot dine at a restaurant with six sous." She threw herself in his arms. "O dearest, forgive me!" she cried. "Poor, dear martyr! Dear, great man!
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