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But here was little Mary smiling up at him and telling him that he was a king with a crown and she liked it. "Well, well. Let's sit down, Mary." "Fish, if you want to, and I'll watch." He baited his hook and cast his line into the stream. It had a bobbing red cork which fascinated Fiddle-dee-dee.
"I couldn't bear to have her grow up rough and coarse like so many of these modern children. I wanted to keep her away from all lowering influences." "Fiddle-dee-dee!" said Mrs. Hargrave, beating a tiny hand on the arm of her chair.
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.
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."
If the railroad company needs any more work of this kind done, they must get somebody else." "Fiddle-dee-dee! You mustn't be so easily discouraged," answered the other young man, who had already set to work scraping up dry chips and pieces of bark to make a fire, "Think of these poor mountaineers who stay here all their lives.
Men are so unreasonable. Fancy us at seven o'clock that morning, when I retired. He wasn't asleep. But whose fault was that? "Polly," said he, "that's the last." "Last what?" said I. "Last ball at my house," said he. "Fiddle-dee-dee," said I. "I tell you, Mrs. I am simply resolved to have no more such tomfoolery in my house." "Dear Mr. P.," said I, "you'll feel much better when you have slept.
"The doctor may not want you to have it," said her anxious nurse. "Just to hold in my hand," begged Madge. So Mary picked a golden apple, and when the doctor came after dark, he found the room in all the dimness of shaded lamplight, and the golden girl asleep with that golden globe in her hand. Up-stairs the mulatto girl, Daisy, was putting Fiddle-dee-dee to sleep.
"By Jove," he said, "now that I come to think of it, I am the head of a family there's Fiddle-dee-dee, and I shall have to reckon with Fiddle-dee-dee's children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren who will expect that my portrait will hang on the wall at Huntersfield."
You might as well say a gentlemen is not worthy of the name unless he knows his French for "fiddle-dee-dee" like the Red Queen," and still knitting busily, she rocked with laughter. Tom dropped into a chair beside her, threw one leg over the arm, and, pipe in hand, gazed at her affectionately.
"Fiddle-dee-dee and fiddlesticks with your 'lowering influences'! What did you do but leave her to her own thoughts and no one to talk to but a stiff old woman and a houseful of servants? Well, you have done it! What are you doing to find her?" "I have put it in the hands of the police, and they have an extra shift of detectives searching the city." Mrs.
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