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"I can't say I like it, exactly," replied the Duck, "but since it seems to be my fate, I'm rather proud of it." "How do you s'pose a single, solitary Duck happened to be in the Land of Oz?" asked Trot, wonderingly. "I used to know the reason, many years ago, but I've quite forgotten it," declared the Duck.
Cabot's calls "Come, Polly," nodded to Grandpapa, who said, "All right, child, don't be gone long," and moved off with Jack Loughead "down the lane," fresh with spring blossoms and gay with bird songs. "I don't know how," said Jack Loughead, after a moment's pause, during which Polly had lifted her face to look at him wonderingly, "to tell you.
Then she looked at Evelyn and tried to smile. "Don't worry, precious," she said. "Everything will come out all right." Evelyn gazed wonderingly at her sister's tear-stained face. "I don't see what you cried for, and I don't see why you wouldn't go," she said. "The scholars will see you have been crying, and he will see, too. I don't see why you feel badly.
"Very often it's evening before I have earned anything at all, but one just has to stir one's stumps; there's always something or other if one knows where to look for it." "What do you think suppose I were to go with you?" said Lasse thoughtfully. "You can't do that, because I run the whole time. Really you'd do much better to hide one of your arms." "Hide one of my arms?" said Lasse wonderingly.
He withdrew without waiting for a reply. Percy looked round wonderingly at Major Mulvany. "Strange!" he said, "I feel rather attracted toward Captain Bervie; and he seems to have taken such a dislike to me that he can hardly behave with common civility. What does it mean?" "I'll tell you," answered the Major, confidentially.
"And," she went on, unheeding, "it is because of you that I am like this to-night!" "Because of me?" wonderingly. "Yes," with a fierce sob. "Because he knew I loved you. . . . I would not have shot you that night at Père Marquette's if I hadn't loved you! . . . Do you think a woman is made like a man? . . . George has done this!
Now her heart was beating wildly from the very touch of him. Had she always loved him? Had he always loved her? Was this wonderful, new thing, love, without beginning as it surely was without end? She looked wonderingly into his eyes. Her own, like his, were clear, bright one moment, starry with a dimness as of unshed tears the next. Tenderness, like a mist, filled them.
He sat on the edge of the table for a few moments, gazing helplessly about him. Presently Ellen descended the stairs and called to him. He took up his hat and followed his wife and the boy out of the house. The latter eyed him wonderingly. "Look at pa's hat!" he shouted. "Oh, my!" Ellen stopped short upon her way to the gate.
"She must speak for herself," replied her husband, smiling. "I thought at first she was neighbor Adams's Phoebe, but I see she is not." "What is your name, little girl?" asked the woman, while the three little girls looked wonderingly at the new-comer. "Letitia Hopkins," replied Letitia in a small, scared voice. "Letitia Hopkins, did you say?" asked the woman doubtfully. "Yes, ma'am."
The chief of the secret service turned and looked wonderingly at the bland stranger and resumed: "After some reflection I have decided to make inquiries at all the hotels, to learn if any foreigner answering this description has lately arrived in the city."
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