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Updated: May 23, 2025
Suddenly, the little creature fluffed out its feathers, drew itself together, and warbled forth a rich ecstatic song, that seemed to be deliberately addressed to its human companion. Hadria raised her bowed head. Up welled the swift unaccustomed tears, while the robin, with increasing enthusiasm, continued his song.
Too full of youth to give place to regret, these two freshmen were keyed to the full pitch of the big, jolly, gleeful occasion. "Can you imagine us going, and bound for such a good time?" said Sally, while Bobbie fluffed the maline butterfly from her companion's shoulders. "Like a jolly time at a funeral," replied the other, her tone of voice softening the comparison.
"I only want to know because they won't tell me." "Well, it WAS about property, but there's more than one kind." "That makes it worse. Now I really MUST know." June's small and resolute face quivered. She was wearing a round cap, and her hair had fluffed out under it. She looked quite young at that moment, rejuvenated by encounter. "You know," she said, "I saw you drop your handkerchief.
"Who is this?" she cried. "Wait!" Her fingers ran quickly but lightly over Nan's countenance. She even felt her ears, and the hair where it fluffed over her brow, and traced the line of her well marked eyebrows. "Why!" she added with decision, "this is Nan Sherwood that I have heard so much about." "Oh, Mrs. Hammond," gasped the girl, "how did you know?"
She was not yet an angel, only a poor, human girl with the longings of her kind, which would not be entirely stifled as long as her human heart beat. But she did what she had planned. Maria had an unusually high forehead. It might have given evidence of intellect, of goodness, but it was not beautiful. She had always fluffed her blond hair over it, concealing it with pretty waves.
They were used to seeing Bobby scampering about, for the little watchman was awake and busy as early as the feathered dwellers in the kirkyard. But, in what looked to be a wet and furry door-mat left out overnight on the grass, they did not know him at all. The throstles and skylarks were shy of it, thinking it might be alive. The wrens fluffed themselves, scolded it, and told it to get up.
"I shall use discretion," I assured him, "but if it proves that I have fluffed my catch, rely upon me to use extreme measures." "Red Gap needs your best effort," he replied in a voice that brimmed with feeling. At five-thirty, my rush being over, I repaired to the neighbourhood where the Honourable George had been reported.
Here they were invited to spread out on a mountainous white featherbed the cashmere mantles under which the solemnity of the occasion had compelled them to swelter, and when they had given their black silks the necessary twitch of readjustment, and Evelina had fluffed out her hair before a looking-glass framed in pink-shell work, their hostess led them to a stuffy parlour smelling of gingerbread.
'And a penny in his pocket, la-de-da, la-de-da, and a penny in his pocket, la-de-da! A younger girl, this, of much slighter build; with a frisky gait, a jaunty pose of the head; pretty, but thin-featured, and shallow-eyed; a long neck, no chin to speak of, a low forehead with the hair of washed-out flaxen fluffed all over it. Her dress was showy, and in a taste that set the teeth on edge.
I wish I could take him home with me when I go back I s'pose I'll have to go back some day," he finished with a sigh. The mother Squirrel fluffed out her fur in wild alarm, and Feathertail darted forward ready to protect his family. "How could you suggest such a thing?" he asked indignantly, when Phil had managed to convince him that he meant no harm.
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