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Updated: June 16, 2025
I should have been home much earlier but I was detained by some extra work at the club where I am employed." "The club?" he repeated stupidly. "Yes," replied the girl, quietly, cuddling the kitten beneath her chin. "The Anita Lawton Club for Working Girls." She caught herself up sharply, even as she spoke, and a look almost of apprehension crossed her ingenuous face for a moment, and was gone.
You're worth two o' the cook. "He finished 'is beer, and, cuddling my arm, stepped back to the wharf. Miss Butt was sitting on the cabin skylight reading a book, and old Joe, the cook, was standing near 'er pretending to swab the decks with a mop. "'I've got to go out for a little while on business, ses the skipper.
He slid down into the hole, which was carpeted almost a foot deep with beech leaves, and, instead of resenting the intrusion, the other raccoon only sighed comfortably and went back to sleep. Ringtail squeezed his big body into the warm bed of leaves, cuddling his nose into the thick fur of his bedfellow and protecting his feet with his own bushy tail.
Stephen looked also, and for a moment they smiled at each other over the prostrate figure of a child, who was cuddling Mr. Pembroke's boots. "She's after the blacking," he explained. "If we left her there, she'd lick them brown." "Indeed. Is that so very safe?" "It never did me any harm. Come up! Your tongue's dirty."
"It makes me too tired," said Kitty, throwing herself on the couch, and fanning her hot little face with her handkerchief. "Let's play a sit-down game." "But we can play those after we have to be quiet," objected King. "Get up, Kit, you'll fall asleep if you lie there." "No, I won't," said Kitty, opening her eyes very wide, but cuddling to the soft pillow. "Yes, you will, too! Come on.
Then, suddenly, he walked straight into them, his eyes still very grave, still very questioning. The moment Frederick touched the little one he felt the world was his. He forgot Waldstricker, forgot Madelene, forgot everything, but his elf-like son within his cuddling grasp. He touched his lips to the little face. "Oh, I've wanted to see you so," he murmured.
He rose slowly from his chair, steadied himself by holding to Oliver's strong arm, stood for an instant looking into Margaret's eyes, and said, with infinite tenderness: "Come close; my daughter, and kiss me." She put her arms about him, cuddling her head against his soft cheek, smoothing his gray hair with her palm. "My child," he said, "you have been a delight and joy to me.
They had not been watered since the previous evening. Cuddling close the frightened baby, the girl fetched a basin and one of the water cans, to sponge out the dusty nostrils of the animals and give each two or three swallows. Then, when she had soothed the fretful child to sleep, she laid him in a snug nest of blankets between a rock and a fallen tree, and went to watch beside Ashton.
Brooding is love at its tenderest and best It is love giving its best, and so bringing out the best possible in the one brooded over. Look into the nest where the word itself was brooded. It is a warm something, warm in itself, not a borrowed warmth. The warmth is its chief trait. It is a soft tender unfailing cuddling warmth.
We couldn't take it without paying for it," said the Terror coldly. Erebus followed him, cuddling the kitten and talking to it as she went. Presently Wiggins spurned the earth and said, "There ought to be a home for kittens nobody wants and puppies." The Terror stopped short, and said: "By Jove! There's Aunt Amelia!"
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