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Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, "I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling." The region round the little town of Kjoge is very bleak and cold.
I wish he wouldn't go telling you everything that happens at school." "You were saying a day or so ago," said the girl, slyly, "that you didn't care for anybody, or for what people thought of you." "Yes, I do," answered the ugly duckling; "I care a lot what you folks think of me at Brenlands." "Why?"
"You must do without that background of blue sky which I so wanted for your picture, Marie Antoinette. It is odd, but I never did think that I would allow Art to suffer in the cause of an ugly duckling." Antonia sent off her telegram and watched anxiously for the reply. It came in the course of an hour and a half, and was addressed to her mother.
"I want to fly, too." "Oh, you had better be careful," warned Alice, who was a very cautious duckling, never getting into danger if she could help it. "Oh, we'll be careful, but we are going to become flying machines just the same," said Jimmie.
What a happy hour it is, this one of story-telling, dear and sacred to every child-lover! What an eager, delightful audience are these little ones, grieving at the sorrows of the heroes, laughing at their happy successes, breathless with anxiety lest the cat catch the disobedient mouse, clapping hands when the Ugly Duckling is changed into the Swan, all appreciation, all interest, all joy!
It will cost a mint of money, and father can't afford to send you too; but I'll tell you all about it when I come back, and correct your accent and show you me fine new clothes!" "Thank you, darling!" said Bridgie meekly, while Esmeralda stifled a laugh and turned her lovely eyes on the ugly duckling with a glance of fondest admiration.
Volodya saw only a fat, plain face, distorted by an expression of repulsion, and he himself suddenly felt a loathing for what had happened. "I must go away, though," said Nyuta, looking at Volodya with disgust. "What a wretched, ugly . . . fie, ugly duckling!" How unseemly her long hair, her loose wrap, her steps, her voice seemed to Volodya now! . . .
There was not so much as a duck or a duckling about the yard When the fair Beguine came in to see me. My wound was then in a fair way of doing well the inflammation had been gone off for some time, but it was succeeded with an itching both above and below my knee, so insufferable, that I had not shut my eyes the whole night for it.
The men, not quite understanding what was happening, but seeing that a "row" was taking place, came to the forecastle and advanced by degrees along the main-deck. Among them I noticed the cook, muttering to one or the other who stood near. Mr. Duckling, awakened by the violent clattering over his head, came running up the companion-way with a bewildered, sleepy look in his face.
Dear soul, she was anxious to appease the pangs of injured vanity, and was full of such sweet, balmy speeches; but girls in the ugly duckling stage are not alive to moral compliments; and, well perhaps I hoped my mother might find contradiction possible.
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