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"Well, well, it would be a sin and a shame to waste good things upon you." He put the bottle to his lips and threw back his head. "Father, you shan't do that!" exclaimed Pelle, bursting into tears and shaking his father's arm so that the liquid splashed out. "Ho-ho!" said Lasse in astonishment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She's uncommonly lively, ho-ho!"
"I hope I'll live through plenty more of them," he said merrily. "We're going to sister Marian's again, father and I; we always spend our Christmas there, you know, and she's to have all the cousins, and I don't know how many more; and a tree but the best of all, there's going to be a German carol sung by choir boys I shall like that best of all."
As a result, the death rate of factory babies has been lower than the death rate of home babies. Don't you think that's a good thing? Wouldn't you like to see it go on?" "Who says factory work is easier than housework?" "The women who have tried both. These four, for instance." "Well, another thing," he said, "a woman can't be looking after her children when she's working in a factory."
"But when it comes to a mate, we all know there ain't any one for you like Miss Norah though I do say Master Jim's as handy in a sick-room as that high-flown nurse from Melbourne ever was I'm glad to me bones she's gone!" said Brownie, in pious relief. "So am I," agreed the squatter hastily.
"I don't look forward to that," said Lemuel soberly; and then his face took a sterner cast, as if from the force of his resolution. "The first thing I've got to do after I've made a home for her is to get Statira away from the town where she can have some better air, and see if she can't get her health back. It'll be time enough to talk of Boston again when she's fit to live here."
Of course this isn't much to hang a hope on, but if that play is what I think it is and Miss Violet Dewing ever reads it she's going to jump for the telegraph office the moment she finishes the last act. I have no plans for returning East; the folks at home let me do as I please, and it's a relief to be in seclusion where I hear nothing of the doings of Broadway.
"That man has thanked God so often that he isn't like other people that it's come to be true. He isn't! And there's Susan Frewen. She's jealous of everybody. She's even jealous of Old Man Rogers because he's buried in the best spot in the graveyard. Seth Erskine has the same look he was born with. They say the Lord made everybody but I believe the devil made all the Erskines."
"Oh, my dear, I too must get engaged first!" he spoke with his inimitable grin. "But that, you see, is where you come in. I've told her about you. She wants awfully to meet you. The way it happens is too lovely that I find you just in this place. She's coming," said Mr. Pitman and as in all the good faith of his eagerness now; "she's coming in about three minutes." "Coming here?"
He took the question seriously, and thought he must really tell what he knew; but just at that moment he could remember only one thing in all the wide world. Every other bit of information seemed to desert him. So he stammered, "I I know M Miss Hallie, she's nineteen this Satiddy, an' I'll be nine next Satiddy."
She's only too horribly practical, in my opinion!" "You don't know her as I do! My dear! The things she's told me! The love affairs she's been through! I had the whole history of them. And she used to blush, and look most romantic. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. You'd scream if I were to tell you! First there was a clergyman "
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