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"Pretty soon she gets up and goes over to her horse, picking her way daintily in the silly little tan pumps, and seems to be offering the beast something. The stricken man follows her the second he can without being too raw about it, and there is the adorably feminine thing with a big dill pickle, two deviled eggs, and a half of one of these Camelbert cheeses for her horse. Mr.

"And who asked if thou didst, miss?" inquired her mother, who by dint of nursing Phil had become his strong partisan. "Dost mean to put thy silly whims above thy parents' judgments?" "But you would n't do as your father wished, and married dadda," moaned Janice. "A giddy, perverse child I was," retorted Mrs. Meredith; "and another art thou, to fling the misbehaviour in thy mother's face."

I cannot like her; yet I want to admire her she is so good. 'Let her be as good as she pleases; why should she be silly? 'Oh! she is very clever. 'When good and clever people are silly, they are the biggest simpletons of all. 'Then I don't think I quite know what you mean by silliness. 'Not turning one's sense to the best advantage, I suppose, said Theodora. 'That Miss Marstone provokes me.

He thought he had lost her, then almost ran into her standing quite still. "Isn't it jolly?" she cried, and Jon answered: "Rather!" She reached up, twisted off a blossom and, twirling it in her fingers, said: "I suppose I can call you Jon?" "I should think so just." "All right! But you know there's a feud between our families?" Jon stammered: "Feud? Why?" "It's ever so romantic and silly.

"But, Lyd," she said, "the reason I call her a dreadful old woman is that she's told you all this rigmarole. It makes me quite hot. She sha'n't amuse herself by taking you in like that. I won't have it." "Anne," said Lydia, "it's true. Don't you see it's true?" "It's a silly story," said Anne.

"I don't believe in guns," rapped Kerry. "My bare hands are good enough for any yellow smart in this area. And if they give out I can kick like a mule." The other laughed, shaking his head. "It's silly, all the same," he persisted. "The man who did the job out there in the fog to-night might have knifed you or shot you long before you could have got here."

I never eat myself, because every night, having to talk so much, I am dry, dry, dry; so I drink, drink, drink. It is an extraordinary thing that there is no language which makes you so thirsty as French. 'What can be the reason? asked a sister of Mrs. Montfort, a tall fair girl, who looked sentimental, but was only silly. 'Because there is so much salt in it, said Lord Squib.

Presently, they got up one by one, with a brief word or two, and went quietly away to their own houses to close them up, and to tell madam. The Carolinian "madam" may be ugly and shabby and silly, but she is usually first in her husband's mind all day. Nobody was left under the oak but Grayson, the major and Byloe, who was resolved to solve the mystery of the will.

She groaned: 'Don't! I'm, sure, and I thought it from the first, you're one of the good men, and the woman who meets you is lucky, and wretched, and so she ought to be! Only to you should I! . . . do believe that! I won't speak of what excuses I've got. You've seen. 'Don't think of them: there'll be danger in it. 'Shall you think of me in danger? 'Silly, silly!

It's yours as much as mine." She saw that it was a pocketbook, instinctively put her hands behind her. "Don't be silly," he said, with good-humored impatience. "You'll probably not need it. If you do, you'll need it bad. And you'll pay me back when you get your place." He caught one of her hands and put the pocketbook in it. As his argument was unanswerable, she did not resist further.