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Your new sealskin jacket, for instance?" Polly made a wry face for a moment. Putting her hand into her pocket, she pulled out Spilman's and Madame Clarice's two bills. "I owe a lot," she said, looking with a rueful countenance at the sum total. "Yes, I even fear the sealskin must go. I don't want to part with it. Dad gave it me just before I came here."

Here am I, wanting to tell you, to say out frankly what, if mind could appeal direct to mind, would be merely as the wind passing through the leaves of a tree with just one one multitudinous rustle, but which, if I tried to put into words well, daybreak would find us still groping on.... He turned; a peculiar wry smile on his face. 'It's a dumb world: but there we are.

Remember those elk steaks we had there last fall, sis?" Allie made a wry face at the memory. "Poor Charlie! He will think he's come into the wilderness. You should have seen his face, Howard, when we were driving up Main Street. It was too funny; he looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Why should we not love Nature the great mother, who is, I grant you, the necessity of various useful inventions, in her angry moods, but who, in her kindly moments " He paused, with a wry face. "I beg your pardon," said he, "but I believe I've caught rheumatism lying by that confounded pond." Mrs. Saumarez rallied the poet, with a pale smile.

"Beltane," quoth Sir Benedict, smiling his wry smile as he turned to descend the tower, "methinks yon roguish archer's wit hath served us better than all our wisdom. Belsaye hath frighted away fear with laughter, and her men, methinks, will fight marvellous well!"

"You had better take the lead, Mollie," Betty suggested after they had gone some little distance along the path. "I can manage Amy alone now, I guess. She seems pretty well tamed." "Tamed, but scared to death," Amy came back, with a wry smile. "Really, Betty," she turned to look at the Little Captain closely, "aren't you the least little bit nervous about what happened last night?"

Let's reckon that I have mixed 'em up. Still, mark you, Monsieur Tartarin, you will do well, nonetheless, to distrust Algerian Moors and Montenegrin princes." Tartarin rose in the stirrups, making a wry face. "The prince is my friend, captain." "Come, come, don't wax wrathy. Won't you have some bitters to sweeten you? No? Haven't you anything to say to the folks at home, neither?

"She has taken her travelling coat and hat," pursued Aunt Caroline. "Her train slippers, that taupe jersey-cloth suit, some fresh blouses, her dressing case, her night things and your photo off the dressing table." Benis smiled, a wry smile, and pushed back his cup. "You don't look fit to go anywhere," said Aunt Caroline irritably. "Why can't you call John on the 'phone?"

Or she had sent for him to ask him for some little sketch, a daub, any one of the little things that lay in the corner of his studio for a bazaar of the Association for the Benefit of Fallen Women, whom the countess and her friends were very eager to rescue. "Don't put on such a wry face, master, don't be stingy. You must expect to sacrifice something for friendship.

"No, I don't s'pose I would like it any better than you do," assented Ruthy, who was determined not to quarrel with her little friend, when they were so soon to be separated. "Ruby, Miss Abigail wants you," called Aunt Emma. Ruby made a wry face. "There she is again," she exclaimed. "It's just the way the whole livelong time.