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"And I just wish you could come into my world often, girlie," was the cuddling answer, "for it's lonely as old Sarum here on the mountainside though where old Sarum is I don't know myself!" breezily. "Nor I!" laughed Una. "Old Man Greylock doesn't talk to one, you know only roars sometimes."

Sheila, looking out at the wide Nebraskan prairies that slipped endlessly past her window hour by hour that day, felt that she would not make a hit at Millings. She was afraid of Millings. Her terror of Babe and Girlie was profound. She had lived and grown up, as it were, under her father's elbow. Her adoration of him had stood between her and experience.

Oh don't, Maude, please don't! It's not worth it all the gold on the earth is not worth it. There's a sweet girlie! Now, are you better? Oh, damn those open curtains! A tall and brisk young man with a glossy hat was coming through the garden. An instant later Jemima had ushered him in. 'Hullo, Harrison! 'How do you do, Crosse? How are you, Mrs. Crosse? 'How do you do?

She had a very individual walk, moving from the hips and nearly always taking small, slow steps. Her sapphire-blue gown trailed behind her with a pretty noise over the carpet. When her French maid had locked up her jewels and helped her to undress, she dismissed her, and called out to Lord Holme, who was in the next room, the door of which was slightly open. "Fritz!" "Girlie?"

I've got to go." She half rose. "You're ill! I'll go with you and " "No. Sit still. I've a a most important engagement with, a friend Mr. Griffith. Got to hurry!" "Not so loud!" she cautioned him. "If you must go, Tom!" "Yes, must! Sorry, but " His hand sought and closed upon hers in a sudden caressing clasp, and his voice became husky. "Good-bye, girlie! May not see you for a for a time!"

She lifted her head at last, wiped away her tears, and with a laugh that was half a sob, said, "I'll stop crying, then; but I'm afraid everybody thinks I'm a great baby." "Oh no, dear!" said Grandma Elsie, "we all know that if our little girlie is easily troubled, it is because she is not well and strong like the rest of us."

The fat vocalist put down his megaphone, wiped his forehead, and regarded Terry with a warm blue eye. He had just finished singing "I've Wandered Far from Dear Old Mother's Knee." Chicago. New York. "Girlie," he said, emphatically, "you sure can play!" He came over to her at the piano and put a stubby hand on her shoulder. "Yessir! Those little fingers "

Say, maybe you'll push the right bell with him, too." "I hope we both may," answered Win fervently. "It's more than kind of you to give me your place, but really I " "Ain't we the polite one?" remarked the lion tamer. "Say, girlie, you've made a hit with me. Where did you buy your swell accent?"

And then the shoot the chutes! That ecstatic leap of heart to lips and the feeling of folly down at the very pit of her. Marylin did like the shoot the chutes! "All right, Getaway to-morrow Coney!" He did not conceal his surge of pleasure, grasping her small hand in both his. "Good girlie!" "Good night, Getaway," she said, but with the inflection of something left unsaid.

And Archie's "freshness" amused her, his casual familiarity of the sort that exclaimed, while he fingered a bit of her handiwork, "Say, girlie, but that is a peach of a ring!... Is it for Some One now?" She laughed at his "freshness," and felt perfectly at home with him.