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Adrian threw off the first strophe of Clare's fortune in burlesque rhymes, with an insinuating gipsy twang. Her aunt Forey warned her to have her dresses in readiness. Her grandpapa Forey pretended to grumble at bridal presents being expected from grandpapas. This one smelt orange-flower, another spoke solemnly of an old shoe.
"I was only thinking how good you are Grandpapa!" exclaimed Polly fervently, and creeping up close to his side. "There there, Polly, child," said the old gentleman, "no more of that, else we shall have a scene, and that's what I never did like, dear, you know. Well, will you go with me you haven't said yes yet."
You should have given them away long ago." "Ah, but," said Phronsie, slowly shaking her head, "I didn't want to give them away before; only just now, Grandpapa, and I think they will be happy. And now I'm going to take this newest one to bed, just as I used to take things to bed years ago, when I was a little girl." And after all, there was an extension of time for the three boys' vacation, Dr.
Phronsie drew a long breath. "I do, Grandpapa, like it very much indeed," she said. "Well, then, I don't see but what you must have it. And it shall hang in your own little room at home, Phronsie." "But I don't want it for my very own, Grandpapa," said Phronsie; "it must go in the box for Ben and Joel and David." "Dear me!
The enfant terrible plays an important rôle in literature as in society during these modern days, and although a little of him goes a good way, yet it must be owned that his sayings are sometimes spicy. A grandfather was holding Master Tom, a youth of five, on his knees, when the youngster suddenly asked him why his hair was white. "Oh," says grandpapa, "that's because I'm so old.
Half-way down she could hear Phronsie's gay little laugh, and catch the words "Good-night, my dear Grandpapa," and then she came slowly out from Mr. King's sitting-room, and softly closed the door. "Phronsie!" exclaimed Polly, sitting down on the middle of the stairs, the candle shaking ominously, "how could" "Hush!" said Mrs. Pepper, who had fumbled her way along the hall. "Don't say anything.
That persistent blowing of the "trompette" of grandpapa would likewise be voted "fatiguant." "Grandpapa! A plague upon their grandpapa!" It needed the smaller town, the more limited age, the greater intimacy of life, to make Pepys's Diary the vivid human narrative that it has been for so many years.
What would become of poor grandpapa if I were to give him offence? Besides, I have been in the house with him for a week. He's not a Crichton; but he dances well. Are you going to the ball? 'I never heard of it. I have not for weeks thought of anything but but my writing, till this morning. Now I fear I shall find it difficult to return to it. It looks ages since I saddled the mare!
"Now you see, Joel," began old Mr. King harshly. Phronsie laid a soft hand on his arm. "Please, Grandpapa dear, may she have a little cricket up here? She feels lonely down with the other children, for she's only just come." "Oh, dear dear!" groaned Polly, looking down at the little black object in Phronsie's lap. "Now what shall we do?" This last to Jasper as he hurried up.
"Grandpapa," cried Polly, turning quite pale, and laying a quick, detaining hand on his arm, "oh! do wait, dear Grandpapa, I have something to say." "Well, child," but he still retained his hand on the cord. "Oh, Grandpapa!" how could she say it! But she must. "Mamsie will be ever so much happier if the wedding might be a quiet one. She really would, Grandpapa." "No doubt Mrs.
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