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Don't care for meself! Wouldn't give nuffin for meself! Only fit to tend missy Alice! Not fit for nuffin else, and now Alice gone whar' to, nobody nose an' nobody care, 'xcept Poopy, who's not worth a brass button!" Having given utterance to this last expression, which she had acquired from her friend Corrie, the poor girl began to howl in order to relieve her insupportable feelings.
"We hoped, that is, we thought perhaps we might raise a trifle, it wouldn't be much help " But neither of the others were listening to him, and Captain Polkington interrupted with his own remedy, "We shall have to manage on credit," he said; "we can get credit for this three months."
"I wouldn't do that, Mr. Chivers," said Collinson, with a concerned face; "them rocks are mighty ticklish, and that one in partiklar. A tech sometimes sends 'em scooting." Mr. Chivers leaped quickly to the ground, turned, waved his hand again, and disappeared down the grade. But Collinson was no longer alone.
Well, it was rare sport while it lasted, and sink me if I wouldn't do the same again if I had my time once more. It is like sliding down a greased plank though, for at first a man goes slow enough, and thinks he can pull himself up, but presently he goes faster and faster, until he comes with a crash on to the rocks of ruin at the bottom.
"But he has not asked me," she said, smiling. Harry turned to me and took my arm affectionately in his. "You will ask her, won't you?" he murmured. "She's very nice when she chooses." "She wouldn't have me," I said, laughing. "Oh yes, she would; and then you need never leave us, which would be pleasant for all, I think. Won't you ask her, cousin?" "You ask her," I said.
"But if I left my husband I couldn't marry you, could I?" "Perhaps not." "Then the Church would say that I was a sinful woman living a sinful life, wouldn't it?" "But you wouldn't be."
I promised Stefana I wouldn't kiss him till I got him home so's she could, too. He said to kiss his neck or behind his ears." As usual no confusion of personal pronouns troubled Evangeline. "Mercy gracious! oh, mercy gracious, he's improved! He's fatter! I never thought measles'd be fattenin'! You're glad to see me, aren't you, darlin' dear? I'm Evangeline! I've come to take you home.
The Woggle-Bug was head professor at the Royal College of Oz, and he had composed a fine Ode in honor of Ozma's birthday. This he wanted to read to them; but the Scarecrow wouldn't let him. Soon they heard a clucking sound and a chorus of "cheep! cheep!" and a servant threw open the door to allow Billina and her ten fluffy chicks to enter the Throne-Room.
He walked slowly down Broadway and turned into the side street which held the house and the unattractive hall bedroom he called home. He felt "let down," as he would have put it, and horribly lonely and depressed. She was such a good sort, he reflected, and it was such a big pity she wouldn't let him see her again. He knew somehow that he never would.
But Little White Bear wouldn't come out of the water and play, so all Little Black Bear could do was to skip along home and tell his mother that he was quite sure that Little White Bear would freeze to death that very night. "Oh, no!" said Madam Black Bear, looking very wise. "Little White Bear won't freeze to death."
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