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"Now you must have it, Bob; isn't it comfy?" said the lame child, pressing the cloak round his brother, whose violent cough for the moment prevented his reply, and brought a bright colour to his cheek, which I never had seen there before. "I'll creep very close to you, Bobby, and then we'll both have it, you know.
For some reason she desired to stand. "Don't stand," he said, "sit down on my knee." She obeyed. "There," he said, "that's comfy. How heavy you are. Good gracious, child! what am I to do without you?" "Isn't it awful, Uncle Jim." "It is it is. What do you want, my dear? Anything wrong with the horses?" "No, sir. It's John " "Oh! it's John. Well, what is it?"
We found room in Wa Ssu Kou in the same "comfy" inn as before, and the welcome we received gave me a truly homelike feeling. Soon after starting the next morning we passed the funeral cortège of a Chinese official of Tachienlu, making his last long journey to his distant home two hundred li beyond Chengtu.
His mother said that Grandpapa's funeral was all over, and that the green creepiness came from the green creepers. But Michael knew it didn't. She only said things like that to make you feel nice and comfy when you were going to bed. Michael knew very well that they had put Grandpapa into the drawing-room and locked the door so that the funeral men shouldn't get at him and take him away too soon.
"Soon after that we'll be dry enough -if the tent holds." The stove was already in place, a sheet-iron pipe running up one of the tent walls and out through a circular opening in the canvas of the side wall opposite from the wind. While Dick was making the fire, Tom Reade filled, trimmed and lighted the two lanterns. "Listen to the storm!" chuckled Prescott. "But we're comfy and cheery enough.
I'm going to like it immensely, I know, and it's really due to you." She found words difficult at the moment. His face and voice dazzled her like an open door towards sunshine, and after a moment's pause she looked round the room, saying: "It's going to be fine." "I want it comfy, so that you and the Captain will feel like coming down often.
Well, we'll make the sport an excuse. They wouldn't want to see me the first evening, at any rate. Gone to bed, probably." He skirted by the open French windows of the drawing-room. "No, they haven't. They look very comfy in there." He could see his father in his own particular chair, the mother in hers, and the back of a girl at the piano by the big potpourri-jar.
"Come on, Grace, we'll lead the way," proposed Mabel. "I am so anxious for you to meet Father. I expect him home at any moment." Tucking her arm in Grace's, she led the party up the stairs and, pausing before a half-open door, said hospitably: "Welcome all over again, children. This room is for Elfreda and Miriam. Enter and make yourselves comfy. You and Anne are to have the next one, Patience.
Marcia Lowe sensed that something serious lay behind the request, and rose at once and went to Molly. "Come into my bedroom," she said; "I can make you very comfy, I'm sure. Will you sleep with me?" Molly nodded and followed meekly. After a time Marcia Lowe came back and, standing in front of Morley, said quickly: "What is it?" The haggard, haunted face was raised to her.
He looked puzzled, as well he might. Then he smiled, took my hand and led me away from the door to the knob of which I was still holding with all my might to the sofa. "Let's sit down and talk it over 'comfy," he said. I just confessed the whole shameful business. It was terribly humiliating, but it served me right.
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