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Mother says she's just the worst. I don't mind a bit, but you all " "I wouldn't give a copper for supper. It's ever so much more fun staying," rejoined Walter. "I'm always hungry as a bear, but I'd a hundred times rather stay," Jim replied. "Hanny, will you mind?" "I'm not a bit hungry," answered Hanny. "It's all so beautiful. Oh, do let's stay!" "That settles it. Dele, you are a trump."
But nothing had happened, and Hanny was all right, and well, he would face the music whatever it was. If Dele could be trusted, why not he? There had been a good deal of anxiety. Mrs. Underhill had expected them home by six, but their father said: "Oh, give them a little grace." But when seven o'clock came she went down to Whitney's to inquire. The table was still standing. Mrs.
"LICHTENBERG ANE DESCHE OCHDADO, Januar 1859. "LADSCHO BARO RAI, Me hunde dschinawe duge gole dui trin Lawinser mire zelle gowe, har geas mange an demaro foro de demare Birengerenser. Har weum me stildo gage lean demare Birengere mr lowe dele, de har weum biro gage lean jon man dran o stilibin bri, de mangum me mr lowe lender, gai deum dele. Jon pendin len wellen geg mander.
In some way she reminded him of the Delia Cullen that he had married four years before. Shyly and rather awkwardly he stalked at her right hand. "After dinner I'll take you back home, Dele," said Mr. Dougherty, "and then I'll drop back up to Seltzer's with the boys. You can have swell chuck to-night if you want it. I made a winning on Anaconda yesterday; so you can go as far as you like." Mr.
Passing over a mountain spur, I descend into a rocky canon, with perpendicular walls of rock towering skyward like giant battlements, inclosing a space not over fifty yards wide; through this runs my road, and alongside it babbles the Dele Baba Su. The canon is a wild, lonely- looking spot, and looks quite appropriate to the reputation it bears.
"Come on, then," said Dele, laughingly, when her brother had ended his explanations, "if you can go straight on a crooked road; and if Hanny gets tired, Ben and I will make a chair and carry her." Joe smiled down at his little sister. He had linked his arm within hers. Ben and Delia were fond of falling behind.
My rough treatment on this occasion compared with my former visit to a Koordish camp, proves that there is as much difference between the several tribes of nomad Koords, as between their sedentary relatives of Dele Baba and Malosman respectively; for their general reputation, it were better that I had spent the night in Sercham.
There were so many other friends, the Bounett cousins, and Dele Whitney, who was just as jolly as ever, with the old aunts down in Beach Street, and who declared the little girl was the sweetest thing in the world, and that some day she should just steal her, and carry her off to fairyland. There came to New York in May a menagerie.
"Jim and I were wild over them a few years ago. Why do people keep saying we have no romance in our own country, because we have no ruined old castles? Why, Mexico itself is a land of historical romance!" "What a lovely cool dell!" exclaimed Dele. "Just the place to take your book on a hot summer day." "I believe your young hero Philip was born in New York.
And you can see all the city." They trudged up-stairs. Dele kept tight hold of the little girl's hand. It was quite light up here. What a great space it was! One large flag was flying, and around the edge of the roof numberless smaller ones. Some evergreen shrubs in boxes stood around, and there were wooden arm-chairs, beside some settees.
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