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"By jing, I should like it proper well! But, to be sure, now, sir general, you look like a mighty small man to fight them great big tories there, on Pedee. But daddy says as how the heart is all: and he says, too, that though you are but a little man, you have a monstrous great heart."
Spaniel, who was now panting by the running board; "you must keep them off the road or someone will get hurt." Gissing was looking for an imaginary object on the floor of the car. To his great relief he heard the roar of the motor as they started again. But he sat up a little too soon. A simultaneous roar of "Daddy!" burst from the trio.
One thing puzzled me, though I didn't know what it was at the time. Now, when a fellow steals a kiss from a beautiful woman like you, Nora, I don't see why he should feel mad about it. When he had all but knocked your daddy to by-by, he said that you could explain.... Don't press so hard," warningly. "Well, can you?"
She could hear plainly, through the silence, the lap of the waves on the shore below, and the soft chug-chug of a lake steamer. A bee flew in at the door, lighted on the lace curtain and clung there, making sprawly motions with his thread-like legs. She remembered without effort the day the squatter alluded to remembered also Daddy Skinner's telling him to go.
It is easy to see what he has been to his boys. The very tone in which they call him 'Daddy' shows how they adore him; and he is so sweet and tender with Eugenia. "Contrasted with him and Cousin Carl, I must say that the Pilgrim Father is not a suitable name for Doctor Bradford.
"Oh, fifty thousand dollars is a nice enough sum to dream about," Betty said, with a gurgling laugh. "It will do very well, Daddy dear." "But isn't it the most wonderful thing, that we should find all those diamonds!" gasped Mollie. "Who could have hidden them?" wondered Amy. "That's what we've got to find out," put in Allen. "I suggested the newspapers," he went on to Mr. Nelson.
"But I guess maybe he has traveled on from here," said Mr. Bunker, as he came away from the telephone. "I'm afraid I'll never see my valuable papers again." "Will you be so poor we can't go to Grandma Bell's?" asked Russ. That would be very dreadful, he thought. "Oh, no, I won't be as poor as that," answered Daddy Bunker with a smile. "We'll go to see Grandma Bell all right.
Lying amid the blood-stained sage-grass, his shirt stripped into bandages to tie up a grievously injured limb, lay "Roving Dick," his face pallid, his lips bloodless, and his general appearance that of one whom death has nearly overtaken. "Daddy! daddy!" Dick cried piteously, and then he understood that consciousness had deserted the wounded man.
But Daddy Withers was so independent-like he would jest natcherally try to force two words to rhyme whether the Lord made 'em fur mates or not like as if you would try to make a couple of kids kiss and make up by bumping their heads together. They jest simply won't do it.
"If you children didn't put it there, who did?" and he looked at Mirabell and Arnold. And I might say that this was always a mystery, as much so as the Clown's riddle about what made more noise than a pig under a gate. Daddy told Mirabell and Arnold their usual good-night story. Then the children went to bed and Mother put the Calico Clown on the mantelpiece where he would be safe for the night.
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