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"He likes little girls to pray for their mothers." "I don't see why," said Tessa rebelliously, "not if He hasn't given them good ones. Mine isn't good. She's very, very bad." "Then there's all the more reason to pray for her," said Bernard. "It's the least you can do. But I don't think you ought to say that of your mother, you know, even if you think it. It isn't loyal."
And here only yesterday Crosby comes crashin' into the Corrugated general offices, pounds me enthusiastic on the back, and announces that I'm the best friend he's got in the world. "Meanin', I expect," says I, "that Miss Stribble and you have been gettin' on?" "Old man," says Crosby, his mild blue eyes sparklin', "she's a wonderful girl wonderful! And within a week she's going to be Mrs.
Shirley kissed him nicely. "And, David, I think she's coming to talk over things." "Aunt Clara generally is What things?" "Why, our affairs. Money, you know." His glance sharpened. "Why do you think that?" "Because now don't scold!" She brushed an imaginary bit of dust from his shoulder. "Because I asked her." "Shirley!" His clasp of her relaxed. "Now please, don't let's have another scene.
Wonderful of course if you say: good evening, and you see she's on for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in Meath street that night. All the dirty things I made her say. All wrong of course. My arks she called it. It's so hard to find one who. Aho!
On the evening of the day following that of the first visit of Miss Owen to their house, the brothers had been sitting by the fire before going to bed. "John," Tommy had said, seizing his opportunity, "you saw the young lady who was here the other day?" "Yes." "She's the secretary, you know." "Yes," said John again, yawning; for he was sleepy. "Well, what did you think of her?"
Temple Barholm that you think I'm right about giving him his chance?" "Of course I think she's right," Hutchinson blustered, "and it isn't the first time either. I'm not going to have my lass married into any family where she'd be looked down upon." But that was not what Little Ann wanted; it was not, in fact, her argument. She was not thinking of that side of the situation.
She showed great delight at seeing the mother, kissed her, and among other things announced to her quietly, as if she had just thought of the thing: "My mother died. Poor woman, she's dead!" She wiped her eyes with a rapid gesture of her hands, and continued: "I'm sorry for her. She was not yet fifty. She had a long life before her still.
She's a pretty brainy woman, for all her silliness, and she's pretty fond of you, too, only you haven't treated her as well as she thinks you ought to have, and it makes her feel kind of spry and cheerful to see that her time's come to show you what a fine fellow she is. Most folks are like that, I guess," Mrs.
He realized nothing in his delirium except the nature of his wound. He was dipping his finger in the cavity and, dab by dab, writing "Kill me!" on the wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyes. Then a shell burst near her and a doctor cried out: "She's hit!" But Marta did not hear him. She heard only the dreadful crack of the splitting shrapnel jacket.
All at once Charlotte turned and laid a hand on his arm. "Jeff," she said, very softly and close to his ear, "we must take little Ellen home with us to-night." "What!" "Yes, we must. She's such a shy little thing. Every time I've been here I've found her frightened half to death. It worried Annie dreadfully." "Well but, Charlotte some of these women can take care of her Annie's friends."
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