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"But it's such a wonder-place!" and Dolly gazed longingly backward as they left the antiquities. "And there are rooms we haven't even looked into yet." "Dozens of 'em," assented Alicia. "But not this morning, my chickabiddy! I must flee to the busy marts and see what's doing in the way of tempting bargains." "All right," and Dolly put her arm through Alicia's. "What are you going to buy?"
Here! cried the young Columbian, idealising the dining-table, 'upon ancestral ashes, cemented with the glorious blood poured out like water on our native plains of Chickabiddy Lick! Bring forth that Lion! said the young Columbian. 'Alone, I dare him! I taunt that Lion.
"Oh, you chickabiddy!" she cried. "I foresee we shall be chums! I love Towhead, too, but I'm a little afraid of her. See her steely blue eyes, even now, fixed on me in utter disapprobation!" "Not at all," said Dolly, politely, "I think you're very nice." The calm demureness of this speech was too much for Alicia, and she went off in peals of laughter. "Oh, you're rich!" she cried; "simpully rich!
"Nothing," I said.... Making money in those days was so ridiculously easy! The trouble was to know how to spend it. One evening when I got home I told Maude I had a surprise for her. "A surprise?" she asked, looking up from a little pink smock she was making for Chickabiddy. "I've bought that lot on Grant Avenue, next to the Ogilvys'." She dropped her sewing, and stared at me.
Brigg did not resent the action, but fell against the passage wall sobbing and murmuring, "My precious, my chickabiddy!" while Cuckoo banged the hall door and went out into the night. Then the landlady, moved by a sacred impulse of pardon, bolted down to her kitchen and began to rummage enthusiastically in her larder.
My boys are just plain ruffians although I think they're pretty decent ruffians, but Matthew has a mind he's thoughtful and an imagination. He'll make a name for himself some day if he's steered properly and allowed to develop naturally. Moreton's more like my boys. And as for Chickabiddy! " words failed him. I put my hand on his knee.
She understood his bantering tone, and from the twinkle in his eye she knew that whatever plans he may have made, they were pleasant ones; and, too, she knew that notwithstanding his air of authority she needn't abide by them unless she chose to. So she waited contentedly enough for his serious account of the matter, and it soon came. "Why, it's this way, chickabiddy," he said. "Mr.
"Oh, Uncle Steve, do tell me what that house is for!" "It's for you, chickabiddy, and if you'd like to go up there I'll show you a way." Uncle Steve stepped over to the double trunk, and reaching up pulled down something, which proved to be a weight hung on the end of a long cord. The cord reached up to the veranda of the little house.
Maude was pale, but smiling and composed. "I hope to get a little villa in France, near the sea," she said. "I'll send you a photograph of it, Susan." "And Chickabiddy, when she comes back, will be rattling off French like a native," exclaimed Tom, giving her a hug. "I hate French," said Biddy, and she looked at him solemnly. "I wish you were coming along, Uncle Tom."
There was a pleasant aroma of gingerbread pervading the house, and the fire in the open grate looked very cheerful. What a dear place home was, and how glad she was always to get back to it. Agnes held out her hand as she came in. "Well, chickabiddy," she said, "where have you been? You are as rosy as an apple." "I've been down to Nettie's. I'm glad I don't have to darn my stockings."
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