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You can't play football when the snow is on the ground!" exclaimed Bert, as the man started toward some shelves on the other side of the room. "I want a doll," whispered Flossie. "Just a little doll." "A doll!" exclaimed the man. "Sure I gots a fine lot of dolls. See!" Quickly he held out a large one with very blue eyes and hair just like Flossie's. "Only a dollar seventy-five," he said.
He bade her good-bye; and let himself out of the house. She returned to her darning. It was as well that she had not left the house, for about twenty minutes later the front door was opened, and the passage and studio quivered gently to Hilary Vance's weight. Pollyooly sprang up and met him at the door of the studio with Flossie's note.
He seemed to be laughing at something, though whether it was Flossie's flaxen hair, now rather tangled because the monkey had pulled off her hat, or because Freddie looked so funny asking his question, the children could not tell. "So you want a hat for the little girl?" asked the floorwalker, as the man was called.
Then her duty to her host came uppermost. "But please, Mr. Vance: he's a boxer. He boxes at the Chiswick Polytechnic," she cried anxiously. "Let him box! I'll tear him limb from limb!" roared Hilary Vance ferociously; and he strode up and down the studio, limping that he might not press heavily on his aching toes. Pollyooly gazed at him doubtfully. Flossie's account of Mr.
We are going to establish branches all round the world." Flossie's young man was whisked away. Joan, who had seated herself in a small chair, was alone for a few minutes. Miss Tolley had chanced upon a Human Document, with the help of which she was hopeful of starting a "Press Controversy" concerning the morality, or otherwise, of "Running Waters."
Putting off the moment that must face him yet, at some turning of the stair or opening of a door, as they went from room to room of the house that, empty, had once seemed to him desirable, and now, littered with the solid irrevocable results of Flossie's furnishing, inspired him with detestation and despair. How could he ever live in it?
The blue eyes that looked so tired regarded her curiously as she ran up the garden path and across the grass to the large, shady tree. Hazel had never been close to a sick person, and something in Flossie's appearance and the whiteness of her thin hands that clasped the doll in the gay pink dress brought a lump into the well child's throat and made her heart beat.
Ability, good Lord! was there ever anything like Flossie's grasp of all facts that can be expressed in figures? His brain reeled before the terrifying velocity of her mental arithmetic. What a little woman it was to do sums in the top of its head! Not that she dragged him on the chain for ever.
"And I can make a lantern, and a chain to hang it on, and I can put it in front of Flossie's house!" exclaimed Freddie. "And, please, mother, may I have some bread and jam. I'm awful hungry." "Yes, dear, go ask Dinah," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "And then you may show me how you make houses and lanterns and a chain. Are they real?"
Then he began thinking about Flossie's tight-fitting bodice, and wondered what she had written. Then he murmured: 'Oh, nonsense! I'll read it to-morrow. Plenty soon enough. Then he stopped suddenly and causelessly while applying the towel to the small of his back, and stood for several moments in a state of fixity, staring at a particular spot on the wall-paper.
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