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Lady Lydiard roused her with a tap of the green fan. "Take Tommie out, Isabel, for a run in the garden," she said. "He won't sit still much longer and he may annoy Miss Pink. Mr. Troy, will you kindly help Isabel to keep my ill-trained dog in order?" Mr. Troy got on his feet, and, not very willingly, followed Isabel out of the room.
She was much surprised, for Tommie had never talked to her before, but she did not show how astonished she was because she was always very polite to him. So she replied, "Bless your whiskers! Tommie! but we won't break through our rule. Maybe some neighbor will fetch me a loaf!" "Maybe they will and perhaps they won't," said Tommie, "they're an ungrateful lot."
"Well, I guess you won't bother me any more," said Uncle Wiggily, as he looked at the babboon, who was only a speck in the sky now; a very little speck, being carried away by the kite. And the babboon did not come back to bother Uncle Wiggily, at least for a long time. Tommie felt badly when he found his kite blown away.
As the dog put his paws on her shoulders, returning her caress, her first tears fell. "Foolish of me," she said, faintly, "to cry over a dog. I can't help it. Good-by, Tommie!" Putting him away from her gently, she walked towards the door. The dog instantly followed. She put him away from her, for the second time, and left him.
On a cruise along the water front I found a whole lot of people. I saw Wesley Marrs and Tommie Ohlsen sorrowful and neither saying much looking after their vessels Ohlsen seeing to a new gaff. "I ought to've lost," said Ohlsen. "Look at that for a rotten piece of wood." Sam Hollis was around, too, trying to explain how it was he didn't win the race.
That's bad for light ballast and whole sail. If we could only put the ballast back " "Yes if we could. But we can't put it back now there ain't time to do it right and everybody would laugh at us too. And besides, if we did, all the others would put it back, and where's the difference?" "Of course," said Tommie, "but if all of us would put it back it would make a better race."
What I'm thinkin' is, will Barney and Tommie and Larry sit there, too, when their turn comes?" "They will that!" declared Jim with authority. "Of course they will, mother," encouraged Pat. "They are father's boys, too," said Andy. "And your boys, mother. Where else would your boys sit?" asked Mike. And then the widow smiled. "I belave you'll ivery wan of you come to good," she said.
The man was so astonished that he dropped a parcel of eggs he was carrying, and they were all broken. "That's what comes," said Tommie, "of imagining evil where none exists." The man was so angry that he made some snowballs hastily and began to pelt Tommie with them; but Tommie understood the beautiful art of dodging which some people never learn all their lives so he didn't get hit.
At the same time the boy who had called himself Tommie, slipped out of his chair and hurried with Mrs. Bunker back to the table where the woman who had called him sat. "Now I guess the mix-up is straightened out," said Daddy Bunker with a laugh. "Mun Bun slipped away, when we were not looking, and went to the wrong table. At the same time a little boy from that table came to ours.
Negro young ones are always squalling, and I heard her tell Aunt Chloe at supper time that Tommie had the colic," 'Lina remarked opening again the book she was reading, and with a slight shiver drawing nearer to the fire. "Where are you going, my son?" asked Mrs. Worthington, as Hugh arose to leave the room.
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