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"But, June," said Daisy, tenderly, "why do you feel bad about it?" "I shouldn't, I s'pose," said the woman desperately, answering because she was obliged to answer; "I hain't no right to feel so if I felt ready." "How can one be ready, June? That is what I want to know. Aren't you ready?"
"Upstairs," she answered. Up they ran. "Aren't you glad Rock is such a nice boy? Did you know boys could be so nice?" asked Dimple. "I knew they could be, if they would." "What makes Rock so gentle and kind and good?"
You may look like him, but you aren't him he? him? no, 'he' is right. The soul is what counts. If you've got a good, virtuous, Algernonish soul, it doesn't matter if you're so like Jimmy Crocker that his friends come up and talk to you in restaurants. In fact, it's rather an advantage, really.
"Aren't we ever going to do any night cruising?" asked Mollie, who was a bit venturesome at times. "Oh, of course. Why, the main water pageant takes place at night, one of those young men said, and we'll be in that. Only I'm just as glad we're tied up to-night," spoke Betty.
The doctor carefully selected a bottle of liquid and set it on the table. "I think this one will do us." Jewel's remark on the train about materia medica recurred to him, and he smiled. "Dr. Ballard, aren't you a Christian?" she asked suddenly. He glanced up. "I hope so." "Then you'll forgive me if I won't take medicine.
There are a half-dozen men I know, would consider it their duty to blow your brains out." Wickersham filled his glass and tossed off a drink. "I am not going down there any more, anyhow." "I suppose not. But I don't believe you would be safe even up here. There is that devil, Dennison: he hates you worse than poison." "Oh up here they aren't going to trouble me up here."
"Now, my dear children, we will go home," said their aunt. "The wagonette will come any day that I send for it, and Mr. Judson informs me he hopes by-and-by to have a pair of carriage horses that I may think it worth while to purchase." "Aren't these good enough?" asked Verena, as they drove back to The Dales. "They are very fair horses, but I don't care to buy them.
"Don't you know," added Poll, "that the thing can be done? Isn't the sheriff himself an Orangeman isn't the sub-sheriff an Orangeman isn't the grand jury Orange, aren't they all Orange through other?" "I believe so, indeed," said Mary, still weeping bitterly, "and there is, I fear, little or no hope." "Well, but," replied Poll, "what if I could give you hope?" "You, Poll, what can you mean? You!"
They were, and of the same brand as those the boys had located on the stream bank. Scotty picked one up and tested it between his fingers. "Mighty curious. Water cures Portland cement. Turns it hard. These bags aren't hard, even though some powder is still in them." Rick examined the bags, his brows creased with bewilderment. "They must have held something besides cement. But what?
"You know they thought we were easy, and I don't believe they tried as hard as they might have done. After all, girls and boys aren't the same, and if boys are any good, they're stronger and better at games than girls, no matter how good the girls are." "Oh, they tried right enough," said Dolly. "They just couldn't do it, that's all."
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