"And I was a-thinking it would never come! It's ashamed I should be to have doubted. My big Dan!" "Is it the dolly that's brought us the good-luck, Mom?" interrupted Beryl, round-eyed. "A foreman!" cried the mother in the very tone she would have used if she had said "a king." She-danced about until the floor creaked threateningly. "Our good fortune is coming, my precious.

It aroused them to new life and spirits. Hannah regained courage, wondering how she could have lost heart so far, and said to Dolly, as they washed up the supper dishes: "I guess we'll keep together, Dolly. It'll be spring after a while, and we'll stick it out together." "I guess I would," answered Dolly. "And don't you believe we should all feel better to kill off them fowls all but two or three?

"Margery's right, though, Dolly," said Eleanor. "The race isn't over yet. You haven't given up hope, have you?" "Given up?" cried Dolly, scornfully, through set teeth. "Just you watch, that's all! I'm going to get home ahead if I have to swamp us all." "That's more like her," Margery whispered to Bessie. And now even Bessie could see that the Defiance had gained a big advantage.

Dolly, with tears in her eyes, sat beside him. Every now and again she touched his hand. Below his box, as around a newspaper office on the night when a president is elected, the people crushed in a turbulent mob. Some mocked and jeered, some who on his tip had risked their every dollar, hailed him hopefully. On every side policemen, fearful of coming trouble, hemmed him in.

But after a little while a harsh voice on the deck of the yacht interrupted the musician. They could not distinguish the words, but the speaker was evidently annoyed by the music, for it stopped, and then, for a few minutes, there was an argument in which the voices of two men rose shrilly. "Well, I guess the concert is over," said Dolly, getting up. "Who wants a drink? I'm thirsty."

I wish you'd find out all about your father and mother, and that they'd not be lost any more." "Oh, Dolly, so do I! But that wouldn't seem dreadful to Mrs. Hoover, I'm sure. I think she'd be glad enough." "Let me finish. I wish you'd find them or that they'd find you, and turn out to be ever so rich. They might, you know. It might all be a mistake, or an accident, or something."

"But they cannot for my father," Hannah Straight Tree said, with deepening gloom. "He would let Lucinda, but he says Dolly is too short; she must be ten birthdays when she comes. Lucinda loves Dolly, so she will not leave her, and my stepmother is cross-tempered. Lucinda will be twenty-one birthdays much too old to come to school when Dolly is ten birthdays."

Tom Howard he was the last of them." "I believe so," said Mr. Wilcox negligently. "I say! Howards End Howard's Ended!" cried Dolly. "I'm rather on the spot this evening, eh?" "I wish you'd ask whether Crane's ended." "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, how CAN you?" "Because, if he has had enough tea, we ought to go. Dolly's a good little woman," he continued, "but a little of her goes a long way.

I'm just hankering for one my mouth is watering from thinking about it!" "We might ask this boy. Miss Eleanor said his name was Stubbs, Walter Stubbs." Bessie smiled to herself as she saw how surprised Dolly was trying to seem at the discovery that they had come to the part of the field where Walter was working.

"Father and mother like us to have our best times at home," said Dolly sipping her chocolate with a critical air, "and Frank and I have had this room for a playroom ever since I can remember." "It must be fine to have a brother or sister," said Ruth wistfully. "I don't think only children have half so much fun." "They miss some quarrels, too," laughed Dolly. "Poor old Frankie!