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There was Hattie, leaning on Helen's arm, and waving her handkerchief, which was scarcely whiter than that thin white face of hers; and there was his mother gazing after him with steadfast eyes of affection and blessing, while her hands were fully occupied in restraining that small but fiery patriot, Willie, who, with his cap over his eyes, was vehemently struggling to go with his bwother Fwank.
I'll be a poppy as white as my mother, Oh, DO be a poppy like me! What, you'll be a sunflower? Oh, how I shall miss you When you are golden and high! But I'll send all the bees up to tiss you. Lickle bwown bwother, good-bye!" She sat down blushing, amid rapturous applause. Next Jimmy was dragged from his corner. He stood up as one prepared for the worst, shut his eyes, and
"No, bwother, I have gwown mustaches myself," said Denisov on reading these documents, and he wrote to the German that, despite his heartfelt desire to serve under so valiant and renowned a general, he had to forgo that pleasure because he was already under the command of the Polish general.
And now he found the little fellow dividing his attentions between his breakfast and his toy gun, which had acquired a new interest in his eyes since Helen had told him Frank was going to the war. "I'm going with my bwother Fwank," he declared, shouldering arms over his johnny-cake. "And if any body any webel" breathing earnestly "hurt my bwother Fwank, me shoot 'em me will!"
William walked on as if he had not heard her. It was Aunt Jane who insisted on the little entertainment after tea. "I love to hear the dear children recite," she said. "I'm sure they all have some little recitation they can say." Barbara arose with shy delight to say her piece. "Lickle bwown seed, lickle bwown bwother, And what, pway, are you goin' to be?
He came up to the porch gloomily, hanging his head. "Lavwuska!" he shouted loudly and angrily, "take it off, blockhead!" "Well, I am taking it off," replied Lavrushka's voice. "Ah, you're up already," said Denisov, entering the room. "Long ago," answered Rostov, "I have already been for the hay, and have seen Fraulein Mathilde." "Weally! And I've been losing, bwother.
Greased Lightning began to paw the ground and to show many signs of discomfort; whereupon Orion uttered a piercing cry and began slipping backwards, towards the tail of the beast. "Come," said the man; "get back to your seat this minute. I have a whip in my hand, and it can sting; come, young sir!" "Don't you dare to stwike my bwother!" said Diana, running across the arena.
"It all apends," she repeated. "Wife, can you understand her?" questioned the man. "I think she means that it all depends, Ben." "Oh, depends on what now, my dear?" "On whether you is good to my bwother or not." "Oh, is that all? Well, I'll be good to 'im." "He's awfu' fwightened of you." "Well, he needn't be. If you'll manage him I won't say a word." "Won't you twuly?
But, suddenly, as he was casting his eyes for the twentieth time along the lines of spectators, searching for some familiar face, he heard a voice not father's or mother's, or sister's, but one scarcely less dear than the dearest. "My bwother Fwank! me want my bwother Fwank!"
And turning, he saw little Willie running towards him, almost between the legs of the policemen stationed to keep back the crowd. If ever "bwother Fwank" felt a thrill of joy, it was then.
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