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"I'll do it," he answered with instant penitence. "No. You sit right down there in that chair and don't you stir. I will go and get the dustpan and brush." "I'm awfully sorry," called Bob, plunged into the depths of despair. "I didn't realize that when you turned the handle of the darn thing the stuff went through." "What did you think a flour-sifter was for?" asked she, dimpling.
Babette's doll, once attired as a fashionable Parisienne, and now degenerated into a one- eyed laundress with a rather soiled cap and apron, stuck out its composite arms in vain from the bench where it sat all askew, drooping its head forlornly over a dustpan, and Henri's drum, wherewith he was wont to wake alarming echoes out of the dreamy and historical streets of Rouen, lay on its side neglected and ingloriously silent.
I think it was because she did not dry more than one article to the Skeptic's three and the Gay Lady's six. Once she dropped a china cup, but the Skeptic caught it and presented it to her with a bow. "Don't mention it," said he. "I'm an old first-baseman." The Philosopher came through the kitchen with a broom and dustpan.
"I said I was going away unless one thing happened." "Yes," she said, eagerly. "Very well it has happened." The sound of the brush striking sharply and with metallic distinctness on a dustpan came from the room beyond. "Perhaps we had better go on the terrace," he laughed. "Really, you know, we ought to have moonlight and mystery, but "
Billy Louise put away the broom, hung the dustpan on its nail behind the door, and stood looking at Ward curiously and with some resentment; this was not the first time he had gone into fits of abstraction as deep as his absorption in the books he read so hungrily.
You can always find things better than I can, so you must hunt it and take up my dirt," was Hannah Straight Tree's demand. "Tokee! How strange you talk!" exclaimed Cordelia Running Bird, in amazement. "The dormitory girls must ask for a new dustpan if they break theirs.
Only the other day I said to 'im, joking like, 'Well, you'd better go and live with 'im if you're so fond of 'im, I said." "Ha, ha!" laughed Mr. Wilks, uneasily. "You'll never guess what 'e said then," said Mrs. Silk dropping her dustpan and brush and gazing at the hearth. "Said 'e couldn't leave you, I s'pose," guessed the steward, gruffly. "Well, now," exclaimed Mrs.
She heard his step on the stairs, regular and unhalting, and despised him again; but in all those moments, the meaning of his movements had not struck her. When he came back, he brought in the broom; and while he swept up the fragments of his work, Amelia stood and watched him. He carried the dustpan and broom away to their places, but he did not reenter the room.
Then she threw that piece, too, into the dustpan. Mrs. Partington and Gertie had many of those mysterious conversations that such women have, full of "he's" and "she's" and nods and becks and allusions and broken sentences, wholly unintelligible to the outsider, yet packed with interest to the talkers. The Major, Mr. Gertie officially passed, of course, as Mrs. Trustcott always.
She heard his step on the stairs, regular and unhalting, and despised him again; but in all those moments, the meaning of his movements had not struck her. When he came back, he brought in the broom; and while he swept up the fragments of his work, Amelia stood and watched him. He carried the dustpan and broom away to their places, but he did not reenter the room.
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