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Hearing Andy on the stairs, they'd just taken more conventional attitudes when he burst into the room. "Mother Moll's been havin' a seance all to herself," he grinned, "an' she says, there's a wedding ring hanging over the brat's head, an' she said to tell you, Uncle Forrie " He paused, giggled a little and ended "Red curls'll twist around your heart so close ye won't ever get away."
"There was no cause to arrange a pillow under the head of that vermin's spawn. Many good patriots have no pillows to put under their heads. Take that pillow away; and I don't like the shoes on the brat's feet; sabots are quite good enough." Citoyenne Simon made no reply.
Another scream from inside. Mr. Melrose shut the window abruptly, and the coachman whipped up his horses. "Let me get out, Edmund! I will not go on!" Melrose brought a hand of iron down on his wife's wrist. "Be quiet, Netta! Of all the little idiots! There now, the brat's begun!" for the poor babe, awakened, had set up a wail. "Damn it!" he turned fiercely to the nurse "Keep it quiet, will you?"
Merely in his character of connoisseur, however, Dandie glanced carelessly after his sister as she crossed the meadow. "The brat's no that bad!" he thought with surprise, for though he had just been paying her compliments, he had not really looked at her. "Hey! what's yon?"
As sure as I'm living, I'll break the brat's neck. Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father's arms with all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him up-stairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits, and ran to rescue him.
Merely in his character of connoisseur, however, Dandle glanced carelessly after his sister as she crossed the meadow. "The brat's no that bad!" he thought with surprise, for though he had just been paying her compliments, he had not really looked at her. "Hey! what's yon?"
"Juggins," whispered I, "here is some one else who wants this precious baby of yours for a specimen." 'I felt him jump to his feet, but I clutched at him, and pulled him back. "Keep still, man!" I whispered. "Let us see what the old hag is doing. It is not the brat's mother, is it?" "No," whispered Juggins, "this is an older woman. What a ghoul it is!" 'Then we were silent again.
"Were he sayin' as how ye could take care of him?" "Yep." "Be ye goin' to?" The intense longing and misery in her voice made Tess gasp: "Nope, he air too mean a cuss to live. If he air the brat's pa, let the brat's ma take care of him. The brat air a good little devil." Mrs. Longman was moving about in the loft overhead when the two girls entered the shanty.
"Set down!" he said. "The brat's a wailin'," replied Scraggy hoarsely. "Set down, and let him wail!" shouted Lem. Scraggy sank unnerved into the chair, gazing at him with terrified eyes. "Why, Lem, he's too little to cry overmuch." "Keep a settin', I say! Let him yap!"
Stop that infernal howling; and I'll give you the nomination!" Pollyooly softened her sobs a little; the duke flung himself down into the chair before the writing-table, at the other end of the room, and seized pen and paper. "What's the brat's name?" he growled. "Millicent Saunders," sobbed Pollyooly.
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