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Updated: June 21, 2025
A little old brown, weather-beaten house hung with vines, that even stretched up into the trees; small, narrow windows, with diamond-shaped panes that could not let in much light, it would seem. "It's a horrid place," cried Dele. "Hanny, we shall surely see a ghost. The idea of living at the very foot of a burying-ground!" Hanny held tight to Joe's hand.
"Don't joke with me," said Delia, "not from Peoria!" "All the way. I wish you could see him, Dele. Fat man with a woollen muffler and a quill toothpick. He saw the sketch in Tinkle's window and thought it was a windmill at first. He was game, though, and bought it anyhow. He ordered another an oil sketch of the Lackawanna freight depot to take back with him. Music lessons!
Then, for the first time, she spoke, answering in her argent treble: "Zouzoune." All held their breath. Captain Harris lifted his finger to his lips to command silence. "Zouzoune? Zouzoune qui, chere?" "Zouzoune, a c'est moin, Lili!" "C'est pas tout to nom, Lili; dis moin, chere, to laut nom." "Mo pas connin laut nom." "Comment ye te pele to maman, piti?" "Maman, Maman 'Dele."
Lily bought fancy cakes, mottoes, candies, and nuts, and a few oranges which were very expensive. The Underhill boys were invited, of course. Benny said "he didn't believe he would go. He shouldn't know what to do at a party." "Why, follow your nose," laughed Jim. "Do just as the rest do. Don't be a gump!" "And I hate to be fooling round girls." "You don't seem to mind Dele Whitney.
He opens his eyes, and after an instant says in a faint voice, "Oh, Dele, is that you?" then lapses into insensibility. There is nothing to be done; that is the cruelest of all. Once again, after a long while, he moves his head, and opens his eyes again, brave and clear even in death.
There was a railing around and no one could crowd upon him, but a number spoke to him and shook hands. "My little girl," said a tall gentleman who had watched Hanny's ineffectual efforts to make herself taller, "will you let me hold you up? Wouldn't you like to shake hands? You're not much bigger yourself." "Oh, please do," entreated Dele in her eager young voice. "She is so small."
Dele teased her a good deal, and Nora sang: "Hurrah, old pussy gray! Hurrah, old pussy gray! We've got the President and all, And Polk has won the day." Then the Democrats had their grand procession. The houses were illuminated, the streets were full of shouting children. Even the boys had a small brigade that marched up and down the street. And oh, grief, Jim marched with them!
Professor Vambery, a recognized authority on Asiatic matters, and whose party encountered a gang of marauders here, says the Dele Baba Pass bore the same unsavory reputation that it bears to-day as far back as the time of Herodotus.
With this coadjutor it was easy to establish a communication with his friends in the forest, the consequences of which will presently be seen. The waithman goode of Silverwoode, That bowman stout and hende, In donjon gloom abides his doom God dele him gentil ende. It breaks true herte to see him stert, When as the small birds sing, And then to hear his sighynges drere, Whereas his fetters ring.
And now the talk was that Miss Margaret Underhill had a beau, a handsome young doctor. "They do think they're awful grand," said Lily to some of her mates. "But they take up with that Dele Whitney, who sometimes does the washing on Saturdays. It's a fact, girls; and the sister works in an artificial-flower place down in Division Street.
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