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"Next, I guess we had better bathe your ankle," he observed, as though giving due care to the order of procedure. "Very well," she replied. At her suggestion he gathered moss and wet it in the tiny stream. She wound it about her ankle and held it tightly. "Now the surgeon orders splints and bandages," she said.
Everything had been laid out in readiness for her waking with the little touches that were characteristic of Zilah's handiwork, but the Arab girl herself was not visible. The lamp was lighted, and Diana turned her head languidly, still half confused, to look at the clock beside her. The tiny chime sounded seven times, and with a rush of recollection she leaped up.
Tom Smith, instead of following the pony, stopped to speak to the old man. For an instant Sam's eyes were off the child. "Why where is the pony going?" exclaimed Sam, looking up. The pony was making directly for the big pond. "Stop him, Paul; stop him, tiny Paul. Pull at the halter, child," shrieked the old man. "Run after him, Tom; run for your life. Oh mercy! Oh mercy! he'll be into the water!"
They were compelled to abandon their good quarters at Hirado, and transfer their factory to Deshima, a tiny island only six hundred feet long, by two hundred and forty feet wide.
"Would you just as soon stay here and just read and talk, and fool around as we did yester-day?" "Just as soon do anything!" But there was a tiny edge to Ladybird's tone that had not been there yesterday. "Only, dearest girl," she added, lightly, "we're expected!" For answer Nina only gave her rich, mischievous laugh, and Harriet knew that she was embracing her friend.
The father would write Minuets for the little girl to study; her tiny brother would learn them in half an hour. Soon Wolfgang was able to compose his own Minuets. Several have come down to us which he wrote when he was five years old; and they are quite perfect in form and style. One day Father Mozart brought home Schachtner, the Court trumpeter, to dinner.
Beyond, to the south, lay a sea of shimmering space, clear to the light blue that edged the sky-line. The afternoon sun showed copper-red through a faint haze which bespoke a change of weather. The miles between the Olla and that tiny dot on the horizon the Ortez hacienda seemed endless, because of no pronounced landmarks.
Of her own child she felt she could not speak to this unconsciously bereaved mother. "And six years old? Ah! Now I must show you what my dear boy was like at six." She got up, and fetched from the mantelpiece a photograph of a tiny boy in a sailor's dress; a plain-featured, ordinary-looking little boy, with dark eyes too solemn for his age. "Now, is your boy as big, do you think?
And here is a tiny note of compliment, graceful as a poet's note should be: "I have just received your charming gift, your note and the stately lilies; but fear you may have gone from home before my thanks can reach you. "How beautiful they are, these lilies of the field; and how like American women! Not because 'they neither toil nor spin, but because they are elegant and 'born in the purple."
"I know what it is," she faltered. "You need not tell me. My heart tells me!" I led her to a chair, and explained how and where it had been found. I even told her of the little empty nest from which the young birds had long since flown away. In this tiny incident there was something pathetic that soothed her; so, presently, when she left off weeping, we examined the table together.
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