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"But, Weasie dear," cooed Grace, "what did it feel like to jump? Just tell us that and then we'll let you off." Louise smiled wanly. Was it possible that any other question could be invented? "It didn't exactly feel," she replied to Grace, "but I knew I had to do it. I had been watching the little speck of a boat as it took the rollers from the side, and I knew the next would toss it over.
Digby, covered with shame, despair and bitterness against the world, turned himself loose into the pasture of joy when she cooed her authority; romped like a boy whose heart had never felt as heavy as a chunk of lead; talked to her, sang to her with a voice that had never felt the quiver of dismay. Upon these sad pleasantries Mrs. Trotter smiled her worship.
"Why, then," spoke Mrs. Pendomer, with cheerfulness, "everything is as it should be." She rose and smiled. "I am sorry to say I must be leaving Matocton to-day; the Ullwethers are very pressing, and I really don't know how to get out of paying them a visit " "So sorry to lose you," cooed Patricia; "but, of course, you know best.
They billed and they cooed on their arms, rising fresh in the morning to battle, and often Samoa got more than a hen-pecking. To be short, Annatoo was a Tartar, a regular Calmuc, and Samoa Heaven help him her husband.
The neighboring rancher's wife had originally come from the East herself; but she had lived long enough in the Panhandle to have quite rubbed off the veneer of that "culchaw" of which Sue was an exponent. "The Bar-T is the show place of the Panhandle," she said, promptly. "We are rather proud of it all of us ranchers." "Indeed? I had no idea!" cooed the girl from Boston.
No one in the forest is so lovely as thou, thou, thou!" But up in the air the boy rode past, and when he heard Mr. Dove he couldn't keep still. "Don't you believe him! Don't you believe him!" cried he. "Who, who, who is it that lies about me?" cooed Mr. Dove, and tried to get a sight of the one who shrieked at him. "It is Caught-by-Crows that lies about you," replied the boy.
I'm not sure that I could manage a baby all by myself." She did not wait for Smith to translate this speech. She ran down the steps to where the five young women stood. She took one of the babies in her arms. She kissed another. The women stood round her, smiling shyly. The babies cooed and gurgled. She kissed them all, and took them one after another in her arms.
And so Mary became the baby's own little foster-mother, and she carried him about, and long before he could lisp a word she had told him all the hopes and secrets of her heart, and he cooed and laughed, and lying on the floor, kicked his heels in the air and treated hope and love and ambition alike. I can not find that Mary ever went to school.
Clutching her bough, she leaned down and lightly ruffled his hair. He started and looked reproachful. "Don't rumple me. I'm going." "You needn't, if you don't want to," she cooed caressingly. "I'm going to the tipmost top to see out over the world. And the Princess doesn't care a bean about the Golden Tusks truly."
They arched their glossy necks and cooed in answer. He watched in amaze, drawing nearer. What sprite of the forest was this? Did she feel the influence that invaded her solitude? She glanced up with wide startled eyes at the intruder, and looked at first as if she would fly. "Do not be afraid, I will not harm you," said a clear, reassuring voice. "Are you charming the wild things of the forest?
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