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Updated: May 8, 2025
If I had a sister, Madeleine, I shouldn't care to see her going about with that man. He's an old ?? ?? don't you know he has had two wives, and is divorced from both?" "Fiddle-dee-dee! You and your sister! Do you think a man is going to come to nearly fifty without knowing something of life? That he hasn't been happy in his matrimonial relations is his misfortune, not his fault."
Now and then they snapped at flies but otherwise they were motionless. Before the half hour was up Fiddle-dee-dee fell asleep, and the Judge waking, saw on the other side of a stream propped against the gray old oak, the young mother cool in her white dress, her child in her arms. "Father had to go," she told him, and explained the need; "he'll send Calvin for the basket."
Jimmy carried his cocktail over to the fire, drew sharply on his cigarette to get it evenly lighted, and by that time had decided on his line. "That's an amazing resemblance, isn't it?" he said. "Resemblance fiddle-dee-dee!" said Violet. John Williamson hunched himself around in his chair. "Well, you know," he protested to his wife, "that's the way I dope it out myself."
"Well, you lissen," she said, and rocked in time to the tune. Bye, oh, bye, little Jack-Sam, bye. Bye, oh, bye, my baby, When you wake, you shall have a cake And all the pretty little horses Her voice was low and pleasant, with queer, quavering minor cadences. But Fiddle-dee-dee was not sleepy. "'Tory," she begged, when the song was ended. So Daisy told the story of the three bears.
And presently he found himself watching his own daughter Mary, as she came along the opposite bank of the stream. She was drawing Fiddle-dee-dee in a small red cart and was walking slowly. She walked well. Country-born and country-bred, there was nothing about her of plodding peasant. All her life she had danced with the Bannisters and the Beauforts.
"I don’t think at all during vacation," he said mildly. "I repose and reap ’Oh’s’—from other people." "If there was any chance of a storm——?" said the nephew, thoughtfully. "Fiddle-dee-dee," said Burnett impatiently, "what do you think yachts are for, anyhow? To let alone?" He looked at the maid as he spoke and pointed significantly to the door.
It all came, he said, from the ridiculous marriage laws in this over-civilized country. Why should not people eminently suited to each other be allowed to be happy? "It is too bad, Crow," said Anne. "You take it for granted that Hector has the most dishonorable intentions towards Mrs. Brown. He may worship her quite in the abstract." "Fiddle-dee-dee, my child!" said Colonel Lowerby. "Look at him!
She wore a little buttoned hat of white piqué, with strings tied under her chin. "So," said Randy, after a moist kiss, "you are Fiddle-dee-dee?" "Ess " "Who gave you that name?" "It is her own way of saying Fidelity," Mary explained. "Isn't she rather young to say anything?" "Oh, Randy, she's a year and a half," Becky protested. "Your mother says that you talked in your cradle."
"Well, you lissen," she said, and rocked in time to the tune. Bye, oh, bye, little Jack-Sam, bye. Bye, oh, bye, my baby, When you wake, you shall have a cake And all the pretty little horses Her voice was low and pleasant, with queer, quavering minor cadences. But Fiddle-dee-dee was not sleepy. "'Tory," she begged, when the song was ended. So Daisy told the story of the three bears.
"No, it is not. He is like me; he has only seen her once, as I have, and on the stage." "Fiddle-dee-dee. I tell you he is in love with her, over head and ears. He is wonderfully inflammable for a woman-hater. Ask Mr. Severne: he knows." "Mr. Severne, is my brother in love with that lady?"
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