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They ran out just as the boys came up, and the fruitless chase resulted. "What sort of men were they?" asked Betty of the girl who had given the alarm. "Oh, I don't know, Miss Betty," was the half-sobbed reply. "But you must know! Did he wear a tall hat or " "A tall hat? Of course not, miss. He was like a tramp, or a fisherman maybe a clammer." "That's how I sized them up," Allen said. "Fishermen.
"Well, by Jove!" breathed Jimmy, then, in a voice that shook a little, "That was tough on him!" "And I didn't think, and PRAISED you, right before him," half-sobbed Pollyanna. "And his hands did you see them? They were BLEEDING where the nails had cut right into the flesh," she finished, as she turned and stumbled blindly up the path. "But, Pollyanna, w-where are you going?" cried Jimmy.
"Cows are better than horses!" half-sobbed Flossie. "Mother, make Freddie let me sit where I can look out!" "Children! Children! This isn't at all nice!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "What shall I do?" she asked her husband in a low voice, for several of the passengers were looking at Flossie and Freddie, whose voices were rather loud. "I'll let Flossie have my place," offered Nan.
With eyes now burning bright, he scanned the face of the gray old miner and begged for "Bruvver Jim." "This is Bruvver Jim," the man assured him repeatedly. "What does baby want old Jim to do?" "Bruv-ver Jim," came the half-sobbed little answer. "Bruv-ver Jim." Jim took him up and held him fast in his arms. The weary little mind had gone to some tragic baby past.
"Do you mean that you don't know what to say?" She nodded and turned away her head, not daring to let him see her white, tear-stained face. He made a step forward. "Then I'll dictate a letter," he said. "That's right," she half-sobbed. "I'll do just as you say. You're the one to tell me now " "Address it the way you want to," he said. "I'm going to be pretty brutal.
"Oh, how did you ever get here?" asked Helen Madison, for it was really she and her sister. Alice had recognized them first, and Ruth knew them a moment later. "We are lost, like yourselves," said Ruth. "Oh, but can you tell us where our steamer is?" "Your steamer no!" half-sobbed Mabel. "Oh, it is awful! We have been lost a long time it seems a month, but of course it isn't.
"Monsieur said that your account " "The miserable old hunks! His heart's no bigger than a pin-head!" "Please, I'm so sorry!" spoke up Celestina, a suspicious moisture in her eyes. "I know it, my dear," returned Straws. "Your heart is as big as his whole body. One of your tears is more precious than his most priceless nectar." "I beg-ged him that's why I I stayed so long!" half-sobbed Celestina.
Mayberry grew paler at this proposition. She half-sobbed, caught her breath, and looked her adviser with a strange bewildered stare in the face. "Oh, no! I cannot do that! I cannot be separated from my dear little children. Who will care for them like a mother?" "It is hard, I know, Mrs. Mayberry. But necessity is a stern ruler. You cannot keep them with you that is certain.
I think I look on Winter when I see her lips. Poor, wretched Wilfrid!" Emilia half-sobbed this exclamation out. "I don't wish to hurt either of them," she added, with a smile of such abrupt opposition to her words that Georgiana was in perplexity. A lady who has assumed the office of lecturer, will, in such a frame of mind, lecture on, if merely to vindicate to herself her own preconceptions.
Haven't you any folks, Will?" he asked. "No no, sir," was the half-sobbed answer. "No near folks. I come from th' poorhouse, just as he says. But I've got an uncle somewhere out west. He's a miner. If he knew where I was, he'd look after me." "Where is your uncle?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "I I got his address, but I can't write very good, or I'd send him a letter."
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