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Now, dearie, jest you be patient, and everything will come out all right." "But can't I have a window open? I am almost smothered. You know I am used to almost living out doors." "Well," then, she whispered, "wait till Josh gets off and I'll slip up and fix you. He's awfully fussy about some things." There was nothing for Dorothy to do but wait. But how long it seemed!
Only the boots, shoes, umbrellas and canes of the people walking by on the sidewalk could be seen through this window. "What does he mean, by leading me around as though for a show?" thought Liubka: "it looks like he's showing off before them." And, snatching a free moment, she whispered to Lichonin, who had bent over her: "But why are there so many people, dearie? For I'm so bashful.
A crowd of people we can be proud to entertain, not? Come; sit quiet in another room for a while, and then Mr. Haas, with his nice big car, will drive us all home again. You know Mr. Haas, dearie Lester's uncle that had us drove so careful in his fine big car. You remember, dearie Lester's uncle?" Mrs. Horowitz looked up, her old face cracking to smile. "My grandchild! My grandchild!
"If I only knew what you were so surprised at, dearie, I'd explain it to you," she said. Then she gently pushed the creature, and it sped, tardily, over the border. They pursued this game until the bathing-suit was dry; then Mr. Evringham yawned. "Ah, this bright air makes me sleepy. Haven't you something you can read to us, Julia?" "Yes, yes," cried Jewel, "she brought the story-book."
At that moment his daughter, Elizabeth, entered the room. She had an open letter in her hand, and a look half-perplexed and half-pleased upon her face. "Father," she said, "there is a letter from America; Richard and Phyllis are coming; and I am afraid I shall not know how to make them happy." "Don't thee meet troubles half 'way; they arn't worth th' compliment. What is ta feared for, dearie?"
He doesn't see a woman as anything but a patient at the end of a spoon, and mighty kind and gentle he does the dosing of them, too. Just the other day dearie me, Judy, what has boiled over now?" And in the excitement that ensued I escaped to the garden. Yes, Aunt Bettie is right about Doctor John; he doesn't see a woman, and there is no way to make him.
It seemed we were not to be long unmolested for, roused by a shuffling step, I glanced hastily up and beheld an old woman hobbling towards us bent upon a stick, a miserably ragged, furtive, hag-like creature who nodded and leered upon us as she came. "Lor', Ann!" she cried in queer, piping tones. "Lorramity, Ann so you've fell in love at last, 'ave ye, dearie? And why not, my pretty, why not?
It was broken again by Muriel. "Mother, dear." "Yes?" "Can't I make the rest just kisses?" With a smile a smile of infinite love and tenderness, the mother leaned across and kissed the child that was hers. "Of course you may, dearie," she assented, softly. "Why don't you write kisses, too, mother, dear?" queried the little one. "It's lots easier.... Oh, mother, dear!
There is mercy for the prodigal daughter as weel as for the prodigal son;" and at these words Andrew went out with a dark, stern face, while she turned with a new and stronger tenderness to the dying woman. "God is love," she whispered; "if you hae done aught wrang, there's the open grave o' Jesus, dearie; just bury your wrang-doing there." She was answered with a happy smile.
But when she dipped the sieve in the cold, cold water, it all ran out again. She tried and she tried again, but every time it was the same; and at last she sate down and cried as if her heart would break. Suddenly she heard a croaking voice, and she looked up and saw a great frog with goggle eyes looking at her and speaking to her. "What's the matter, dearie?" it said.
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