Babies squalled, children whined, and their faces grew black and damp with mingled dirt and heat while grown-up people scolded; but a dear old lady got into my seat before long, and just because I helped her with a band-box, she made me a present of a huge peach. I was thankful to have it, for by this time I was collapsing with hunger, having been up all night without anything to eat.
There they had stretched their aching limbs, the mothers had carefully made up little beds for their babies, families had nestled closely together, and often whole villages had gathered in the same fields and around the same stacks. And when the daylight appeared they had got up hurriedly and the roads were already crowded with mournful pilgrims seeking refuge further and further inland.
"There was a Holiday once who married one of the finest actresses of the American stage carried her off to nurse his babies. I never forgave that man. He was a brute." Tony stiffened. Her eyes flashed. She drew away from her uncle and confronted the stage manager angrily. "He wasn't a brute, if you mean my father!" she burst out. "My mother was Laura LaRue."
She and her assorted babies ate them, smacking and gabbling over them just as if they hadn't been bathed in by a wild animal. Indians! Navajos! How many wide-eyed childhood hours had I spent listening to stories of these ferocious warriors! And yet, here they were as tame as you please, walking by my door and holding out their native wares to sell.
The very first thing which she had noticed in her life, was what? not the mother's smile, responding to it, as other babies do, by that faint, embryo smile of the little mouth, remembered so doubtfully afterwards, and with such fond discussion whether it were indeed a smile. By no means!
There is a charming, bewitching little picture of a babe sucking his thumb in Kingsley's Water Babies, which I heartily commend to your favourable notice and study. But if an infant be allowed to suck his thumb, will it not be likely to become a habit, and stick to him for years until, indeed, he become a big boy?
Next to the children and me I think that Kevin loves him better than anyone or anything else in the world. And after my chicks and Kevin and my brother I believe I do, too. As for the babies, I'm not sure that he doesn't come first with them."
We can gauge Napoleon's wrath at seeing matters thus promptly rolled back to where they were before Brumaire by his biting comment that he had made way for the King of Rome, not for a Directory which included one traitor and two babies. His indignation was just.
Hilary is destitute too, and Peggy has nothing to spend, and the babies insist on bathing in the canals. Bad luck for us, isn't it. Oh, and Hilary is going to edit a magazine called 'The Gem, for your uncle in Venice. That seems rather a nice plan. The question is, what am I to apply my great gifts to?" Urquhart whistled softly. "As bad as all that, is it?" "Quite as bad.
"So I was getting ready to go back to the house and take the baby with me; and I took care of both babies for a day or two. And just as I was planning to go back, there lay the two, side by side in the bed; and I could hardly tell which was which they looked so much alike. "Then what put it into my head, I don't know.