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Updated: June 28, 2025
On the roof of the hotel a group of pigeons cooed incessantly with subdued, liquid murmurs, very plaintive; a cat, perfectly white, with a pink nose and thin, pink lips, dozed complacently on a fence rail, full in the sun. In a corner of the Plaza three hens wallowed in the baking hot dust their wings fluttering, clucking comfortably. And this was all.
"It's restful, isn't it?" cooed the White Linen Nurse. "Isn't what restful?" glowered the Senior Surgeon. "Sitting down!" said the White Linen Nurse.
"But if he would rather hear Kate elocute about it than to lie and listen to the real thing, he's nothing more or less than a nature pirate." She curled herself down among the cushions and stared up through the slender willow branches into the top of an alder that leaned over the bank and dangled its finger-tip branches playfully toward her. "You pretty thing!" she cooed to it.
A hunter crept carefully up to the tree. His gun was pointed at the dove and he was about to shoot, when he was bitten in the leg by an ant. He cried out with pain and dropped his gun. This frightened the dove and she flew away. "Thank you, kind ant," cooed the dove, and the ant heard and was glad. There was once a very queer family living in the woods.
To lift over it would probably mean less trouble in the end than to fight the quiet and resolute creature who cooed so softly in his ears, and rode him with such iron resolution. Moreover, he knew now as the result of experience that if it came to a struggle he would be worsted in the end if it took all day. It would certainly be less irksome, and more gracious, to get the thing behind you.
I shall love it always, shall not you? and you must come back in other years and study its buildings and its history, Paul with your new, fine eyes." "We shall come together, my darling," he answered. "I should never want anything alone." "Sweetheart!" she cooed again in his ears; and then presently, "Paul," she said, "some day you must read 'Salammbo, that masterpiece of Flaubert's.
I gasped, in a sort of bleat that drove the last of the pea-green mist out of that room with the dead white walls. "Twins," proclaimed the doctor, "twins!" He repeated the monosyllable, converting it into a clarion-call that made me think of a rooster crowing. "A lovely boy and girl," cooed the third nurse with a bottle of olive-oil in her hand.
Robert Morton bit his lip and moved toward the door, but he had not got further than the sill before she whispered: "Bob!" Resolutely he held his peace. "Please be nice, Bob," she cooed. Ah, he was back again, but she had retreated behind the tall rocker. "I suppose," she observed, hurtling the words over Jezebel's sleeping form, "that your aunt will be heartbroken to miss this party.
Peaches laughed. "Oh! that isn't it," she chuckled. "It has something to do with the $5,000 you've saved." "Oh! it has," I muttered faintly. "Yes, Uncle Peter thinks we better not invest it in that house just now," she went on. "He has a better plan. You are to give him the money and he will invest it for you." "Ah!" I said. "But that isn't the real surprise," she cooed. "It will do," I answered.
Pigeons cooed in the vast green foliage, and from time to time there came up from the river the chiming sound of oars. Rustic seats were at pleasant intervals, and, feeling a little tired, Mrs Shepherd sat down.
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