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Updated: September 8, 2025
My girlie is a cry-baby, mamma-baby!" And made to slide along the divan toward her, but up flew her two small hands, like fans. "No," she said, with the little bang back in her voice which steadied him again. "I mustn't! You see, we're so close. Sometimes it's more as if I were the mother and she my little girl." "Alma, that's beautiful, but it's silly, too.
"Miss Allen!" She turned to a side path, following the call, and faced Sally Howland. "Just a minute, Miss Allen, please," pleaded the strange little freshman. Jane waited till she reached her, then smiled into the serious face of Sally. "Hello, girlie," Jane greeted her. "What's the excitement?"
"There is something wrong between you and Tom? Tell me, girlie!" She was silent for a moment. "There is everything wrong between Tom and and me. But it is my my fault, not his. Oh, Hugh, it is all my fault!" "How?" "I I don't love him!" the girl gasped. "Eh?" Hugh started. He sat back and stared at her. "Why you I I thought "
"Well, it just happens that I can help you out there, my girlie," smiled Elizabeth, smoothing the damp curls back from the flushed cheeks. "John has a book in his library of just such things as that. We'll get it and hunt up some nice, new stories that aren't hoary with age."
"Dick rode over and told me that day. And I wasn't going to give you a chance, missy. If you hadn't started to cry, here Oh! what's the use? You didn't refuse me and you're not going to, either, are you, girlie?" Beatrice intimated that there was no immediate danger of such a thing happening. "You see, Dick and I felt that you belonged to me, by rights.
And I call it hanging around when a fellow keeps running to see a girl that's got a loop on her already. I don't want to lay down the law to yuh, Girlie, but that blamed Siwash has got to keep away from here. He ain't fit for yuh to speak to and I'd a told yuh before, only I didn't have any right " "Are you sure you have a right now?" The tone of Flora was sweet and calm and patient.
Furthermore he was absolutely staunch, and held his point even when the four non-bird dogs rushed in ahead of him. The expression of puzzlement, grief, shock, and sadness in his eyes deepened as bird after bird soared away without a shot. Girlie was more liberal-minded. She pointed her birds, and backed Wayward at need, but when the other dogs rushed her point, she rushed too.
This subject brings me to another set of acquaintances we had already made the dogs. These consisted of an Airedale named Ruby; two setters called Wayward and Girlie; a heavy black mongrel, Nero; ditto brindle, Ben; and a smaller black and white ditto, Ranger. They were very nice friendly doggy dogs, but they did not look like lion hunters.
Don't ask me!" Her sobs came tempestuously. He put his arms about her and, stroking her yellow hair, gently said, "Never mind, little girl. Don't do that! I can't stand that, and well, I won't bother you a bit with my affair. Don't think about me. I'll get hold of myself. There now hush, hush, girlie. Don't cry like that!" He held her close to him, caressing her till she grew quiet.
For a few hours she tasted of happiness so rare and exquisite that she wondered if the angels in heaven did not envy her. "Little Joyce," she murmured, when Marilla came in to see the baby. "We planned to call her that if she were a girlie.
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