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"Dolly'll watch for gan-pa," she murmured, with long pauses between the words, which seemed to drop one by one upon Tony's ear; "and Dolly'll watch at the door for Tony to come home; and she'll fret ever so if he never comes."
"Where is Miss Dolly?" I cried, seizing her arm. "Hush, Marse Dick. Miss Dolly'll come terectly, suh. She's lyin' down, suh." The door creaked, and in my eagerness I tried to lift myself. 'Twas Aunt Lucy's hand that restrained me, and the next face I saw was that of Dorothy's mother. But why did it appear so old and sorrow-lined? And why was the hair now of a whiteness with the lace of the cap?
"Are you God-bless-gan-pa?" inquired Dolly, sitting up on her pillow, and staring very hard with her blue eyes into his wrinkled face. "Yes, I am," he answered, looking at her anxiously. "Dolly knows," she said, counting upon her little fingers; "rere's father, and mammy, and Beppo; and now rere's gan-pa. Dolly'll get up now."
"I may as well warn you that Dolly'll make love to you when she's recovered herself, but you needn't let it worry you. She can't help it, poor dear, and I often think it's the only real relaxation she has ... with her temperament. Just humour her, old chap, if she does. I'll know you don't mean anything by it. It's temperament, that's all it is.
Dolly'll find you a bit of soap and a towel; she's learning to be grand-pa's little housekeeper, she is." When Tony returned to the kitchen he looked a different being; the gloom was gone as well as the grime. He felt as if he had come to himself after a long and very miserable dream.
"Where is Miss Dolly?" I cried, seizing her arm. "Hush, Marse Dick. Miss Dolly'll come terectly, suh. She's lyin' down, suh." The door creaked, and in my eagerness I tried to lift myself. 'Twas Aunt Lucy's hand that restrained me, and the next face I saw was that of Dorothy's mother. But why did it appear so old and sorrow-lined? And why was the hair now of a whiteness with the lace of the cap?
And now the impudent heart of the blessed child worrying that the home wasn't good enough for the likes of the doll! "It's a good home for her where it's loving you are to her. It's the heart and not the gold that counts. And who knows maybe it's a bit of luck the dolly'll be a-bringing."
If you can find your way to the heart of a music-hall audience, Mac, my boy, you can find your way anywhere. Now, what about it, eh! Will you try to do a piece for us?" "I'll try, but!..." "That's all right," said Cream, again extending his hand to John. "Dolly'll be very pleased to hear we've settled it!" "But I've never seen a music-hall play!"
I sing one line, you know, then you sing the same one over and we each do it three times then change to 'They all run after the butcher's wife who cut off their tails with a carving kni-i-ife! You never see such a sight in your life as Three Blind Mice! By that time Dolly'll be ready, over cryin'. She can sing real nice if she's a mind to. Listen!
"Where is Miss Dolly?" I cried, seizing her arm. "Hush, Marse Dick. Miss Dolly'll come terectly, suh. She's lyin' down, suh." The door creaked, and in my eagerness I tried to lift myself. 'Twas Aunt Lucy's hand that restrained me, and the next face I saw was that of Dorothy's mother. But why did it appear so old and sorrow-lined? And why was the hair now of a whiteness with the lace of the cap?
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