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My mi Oh, Boo-hoo!" and the kangaroo cried harder than ever. "It must be her mince-pie," suggested Aunt Em. "Or her milk-toast," proposed Uncle Henry. "I've lost my mi mi mittens!" said the kangaroo, getting it out at last. "Oh!" cried the Yellow Hen, with a cackle of relief. "Why didn't you say so before?" "Boo-hoo! I I couldn't," answered the kangaroo.
Please don't tomahawk poor Cato! He never hurt an Injine in all his life. Please don't! Oh, don't! don't! don't! boo-hoo! oo!-oo-oo!" "Get up, get up, Cato, and don't make a fool of yourself," said the Lieutenant, recognizing in the frightened negro the favorite servant of Captain Prescott's family. "Oh, please don't hurt me! Please don't kill poor Cato! He never hurt good Injine in all his life!
When Payson reasonably objected to this delay by pointing out he was fully able to support a wife, as Lane had not been, and proposed, with Echo's assent, six months as the limit of waiting, Mrs. Allen resorted to her expedient tears. "BOO-HOO! you are going to take away my only daughter!"
To have a merman among them, at that hour, in broad daylight, and crying, was too much for dignity. "Boo-hoo, boo-hoo," and the merman still wept salt water tears, as he tried to catch his breath. At last, he talked sensibly. He warned the Queen that a party of horrid men, in wooden shoes, with pickaxes, spades and pumps, were coming to drain the swamp and pump out the pool.
And then he jumpt up and run out of the house mad as fire; and he ain't comin' back no more. Boo-hoo, ahoo, boo-hoo!" "Metildy," said the old woman sternly, "stop sniv'lin'. You've made an everlastin' fool of yourself, but your cake ain't all dough yet. It all comes of them no 'count, fashionable sto' gallowses 'spenders' I believe they calls 'em. Never mind, honey!
"To think!" sobbed Wul-Takim, miserably; "only to think, that after all my terrible deeds and untold wickedness, I have been captured by a mere boy! Oh, boo-hoo! boo-hoo! boo-hoo! It is a terrible disgrace!" "You will not have to bear it long," said the prince, soothingly. "I am going to hang you in a few minutes." "Thanks! Thank you very much!" answered the king, ceasing to weep.
"Once upon a time, away up in an attic, so high that it made their fat old uncle puff to climb up to their dwelling, there lived a widow and her six children. Their father met a sad death a short time ago and so her children had to be very brave and work hard to help their dear mother." "Sniff! Sniff!" went Mother Graymouse behind her handkerchief. "Boo-hoo!" cried Baby Squealer.
"Boo-hoo!" cried Baby Squealer as his mother dropped him in a wriggling heap among the cradle pillows and ran to hug Limpy-toes. "Tell us all about it?" they begged, as Limpy-toes drew up his little stool and asked for his bowl of oat-meal porridge. "I had quite an adventure," laughed Limpy-toes. "It wasn't so bad, only I knew Mammy would worry.
"Boo-hoo! boo-hoo!" blubbered Belinda. "I don't like my hair to be cut off. It makes my head feel all cold." "He didn't play nice a bit," sobbed Isaphine. "He's always notty to us." "I'll cut off your head," declared Tommy, threatening with the scissors. Mell seized the scissors, and captured them, Tommy kicking and struggling meantime.
"Oh! boo-hoo! some people has no feelin's; but I have got feelin's!" I led her to the surgeon in charge, who sent her and her "feelin's" to her quarters, and told her not to come back.
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