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She started to reply, but he lifted a detaining finger. The city hall clock was striking the hour. "My princess," his lips touched her own, "I wish you the joyfulest Christmas " "Ting! ting! Ting! ti-i-ng!" broke in imperiously. "Go," he urged, loosing his clasp. "Oh, Mis' Randolph! is that you?" came in Miss Crilly's clear voice.
I wonder sometimes if anything could make her blue." "Miss Crilly's cheerful," observed Polly. "I like her pretty well." "She is kind-hearted. If only she weren't all gush and giggle! She raves over everything, cathedral or apron trimming it's all the same to her." Polly laughed. "She's rather pretty, I think." "Too fat." "No, you can't call her fat; only her bones don't show.
They'd a good deal better spend it on telephones." "They've got a new rug down in the hall," announced Miss Castlevaine. "'Most anybody could have new rugs if they stole the money to buy them with!" "What do you mean?" was Miss Crilly's quick query. "You'd better not say anything about it; but I heard that Miss Twining wrote a poem for a Sunday-School paper and got eight dollars for it "
Randolph won't die!" Miss Crilly's face was despairing. "There isn't another one we'd dare tell!" "No," agreed Polly, "he's the only man we can trust. We can't do a single thing till he gets well." Doodles had heard of Nelson Randolph's illness, yet he was unprepared for the additional tidings that came to him when he was on a downtown errand.
For the ride home Polly sat between Miss Crilly and David in Dr. Dudley's car. "Isn't that a great bluff of Miss Sniffen's?" Miss Crilly's tone was too confidential even for Polly's quick ears. The repeated question carried as far as David Polly knew from his sudden change of expression. But Miss Crilly talked on. "Seemed as if I must tell! I never was so stirred up in my life!
"I'll stay till he comes," said Polly comfortably. "Then I can run and leave you to let him in you won't mind, will you? Do tell me more about that race, Miss Nita. Oh, don't I wish I had seen it!" She laughed over the superintendent's probable discomfiture, and lamented Miss Crilly's illness. "It is too bad father isn't at home," she said musingly; "but, oh.
I believe I could eat and relish them three times a day." "You couldn't! Just wait till you've had 'em fifty-two times a year, five years running as I have!" Mrs. Crump's lips made a straight line. "Mrs. Crump has kept tabs on her waffles," giggled Miss Crilly. "How many does this morning make five hundred and ?" "Sh!" nudged Mrs. Bonnyman at Miss Crilly's elbow.
"She has it to perfection." Miss Crilly's giggle preceded her words. "She's like a beanpole with its good clothes on, ain't she? But, then, I think Miss Sniffen is real nice sometimes," she amended. "So are basilisks and beanpoles in their proper places," retorted Miss Major; "but they don't belong in the June Holiday Home." "Are her rules so awful?" inquired Miss Mullaly anxiously.
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