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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Why don't oo marry my new mower an' be my favver?" Of the thousands of questions put by little Fay to Lassiter the was the first he had been unable to answer. "Fay Fay, don't ask questions like that," said Jane. "Why?" "Because," replied Jane. And she found it strangely embarrassing to meet the child's gaze. It seemed to her that Fay's violet eyes looked through her with piercing wisdom.
But there came in through the hall a pattering of little feet, and by the time Jock and Hurry had burst into the room I was at a garden window looking out, and Lucy had caught up from her work bag that Penelope's web of a silk necktie upon which she so often worked, and made no progress. "Has Favver come back?" "Why, no, you little goose. He's gone to Palm Beach. We took him to the train.
She won't bite Queenie bad girl! come back from that nasturtium-bed bad girl! all washed and combed so pretty for a romp with her favver when him come home so tired. Queenie!" She caught her by a rear leg as she leaped back, wild to rollick, tucking her under one arm, administering three diminutive punishments on the shaggy ears. "Bad! Bad!" "Is Mr. Burkhardt home?" "Aw, now, he ain't!
The man took his seat again by the bed. There was a pause. The child's breathing grew long and regular. The rain sounded loud in the silence. In the distance a street-car rattled noisily by. Ariadne started up with a scream: "Favver! Favver!" "Right here, dear. Just the trolley-car." "It 'minded me of ve mad ladies' voices," explained Ariadne apologetically, breathing quickly.
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