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Jonas," continued his mother, suddenly turning to her hulking son, on whose not very intelligent countenance there was an expression of greedy curiosity, "do you understand that what I am going to say is to be a secret, not to be spoken of to any one?" "Yes'm," answered Jonas readily. "Very well. Now to proceed. Philip, you have heard probably that when you were very small your father I mean Mr.
"Please go 'way and let me sleep." "Not till you've taken the little pill, dear." "Oh, GOLLY!" Groaning, he propped himself upon an elbow and allowed the pill to pass between his lips. "G'-night, Mamma." "Good-night, dearie. Sleep well." "Yes'm." After her departure Penrod drowsily enjoyed the sugar coating of the pill; but this was indeed a brief pleasure.
A small boy stood grinning at her, with his hands tucked into a pair of trousers so much too long for him they had to be turned up from the ankles to the knees. "Hello," he remarked cheerfully, eyeing Madge owlishly. "Hello yourself," returned Madge. "Do you usually begin the day by throwing stones at peaceful strangers?" "Yes'm," the small boy responded calmly. "Where'd you and that come from?"
"What under the sun?" exclaimed Miss Tonker, with a gaze of mingled amazement, mystification, and contempt, at the poor old maiden making such unwonted noise. "Yes'm," said Kate Sencerbox. "It is 'under the sun, that we're talking about; the way things turn round, and clocks strike; some too fast, and some too slow; and whether there's anything new under the sun.
The janitor appeared in answer to their ring, and looked greatly amazed to see two old Quaker ladies on the doorstep. The children kept their heads down, and the large bonnets shaded their faces. "We want to see Miss Stella Martin," said King, politely, and the clever boy made his voice sound like that of an elderly lady. "Yes'm," said the janitor, a little bewildered. "Will you come in?"
"Is that what you call him Wolf?" the man asked. Madge nodded. "But I can't understand his friendliness toward you unless it's because you're from the Klondike. He's a Klondike dog, you know." "Yes'm," Miller said absently. He lifted one of Wolf's forelegs and examined the footpads, pressing them and denting them with his thumb. "Kind of soft," he remarked.
Don't you think so? Don't you think it is the duty of women of my age and class to see to this thing before it grows any worse? And I told her, right up, respectful, Yes'm; it wum! Think of her asking me, though!" Just as things were getting to be so different and so nice on West Hill, it seemed so hard to leave it! Everything reminded us of that.
"Oh, ma!" sobbed Matilda, "I couldn' help myself 'deed I couldn'." "Couldn' help yourself? That's a pretty way to talk! Ain't he a nice young man?" "Yes'm." "Got money?" "Yes'm." "And good kinfolks?" "Yes'm." "And loves you to destrackshun?" "Yes'm." "Well, in the name o' common sense, what did you send him home for?" "Well, ma, if I must tell the truth, I must, I s'pose, though I'd ruther die.
"Oh, it's you, is it?" she said in a tone so very unpleasant that Pearl thought she must have expected someone else. "Yes'm," Pearl said meekly. "Who were ye expectin'?" Mrs. Motherwell stopped pumping for a minute and looked at Pearl. "Why didn't ye git here earlier?" she asked.
"Yes'm," said Reddy meekly. And safe in the hollow of the old fence post, Danny Meadow Mouse was dressing the scratch on his leg made by the claws of old Granny Fox. Old Granny Fox Tries a New Plan Old Granny Fox kept thinking about Danny Meadow Mouse. She knew that he was fat, and it made her mouth water every time she thought of him. She made up her mind that she must and would have him.
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