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There at last I fell; but luckily against the door, so that in a moment or two I became conscious of Aunt Elizabeth standing over me and regarding me as a culprit caught red-handed in some atrocious crime. "Hoity-toity! What's the matter now? Why, it's Jasper! Well, of all the freaks, to come knocking us up! What's the matter with the boy? Jasper, what ails you?"
But this Shirley girl surely needs some sort of treatment. Her week of dusting Dozia's room is up today. I hope the lesson brought down her hoity-toity a peg or two. There come the girls from the village. Be prepared for more ghost stories for I see Ted Guthrie gasping, even at this distance. And behold the windmills Dozia's arm! Something very exciting must have happened." "Jane!
"It was no idle fancy in my mind, but my fixed resolution to become a sailor; and a sailor I'll be, notwithstanding your opposition." "Hoity-toity!" exclaimed Aunt Deb, who was not accustomed to be set at defiance.
"My poor little girl, Grandpapa," announced Phronsie, releasing the arm she clung to, and tumbling up over the steps, "and please make her stay, and I'm going to let her take Clorinda," and she plunged breathlessly into the old gentleman's arms. "Hoity-toity, child!" exclaimed old Mr. King, holding her closely. "Well, what have we here?" as Polly led Rag up on to the veranda.
"Hoity-toity," answered Malvolia rudely; "you mean that you only baked enough for your own personal friends." At this several guests cried, "Sh! Sh!" and the King began to look worried. "We will send for some at once," announced His Majesty.
"Watchman!" ses the skipper, in a hoity-toity sort o' voice, "me and the mate is going as far as Aldgate for a breath o' fresh air. Open the gate." I gave him a look that might ha' melted a 'art of stone, and all it done to 'im was to make 'im laugh. "Hurry up," he ses. "It a'most seems to me that there's somebody ringing the bell, and you can let them in same time as you let us out.
"Don't!" ejaculated Aunt Olivia, trembling on her Plummer pedestal. For she was laboring with the impulse to refuse to listen to this intruder, to drive her away to say: "I won't believe a word you say! You may as well go home." "Hoity-toity!" breathed Duty in her ear. It saved her. "Well?" she said, gently. "Go on." "I'm sorry to say I can't teach Rebecca Mary any more, Miss Plummer.
She sprang back, quivering, her face cold-looking and blue; and he regarded her with his mouth quirking. "Huh! Hoity-toity, ain't you? Hoity-toity and white-faced and late, all at once, ain't you? Say, them airs don't get across with me. Come on! I'm hungry." "I didn't mean to yell, Charley only you scared me.
The man smirked at her. The woman creaked, "Well, I don't know. Where d' you come from, heh?" "We're motoring through." "Heh? Who's that man?" "He's my father, madam." "Needn't to be so hoity-toity about it, 'he's my father, madam! F' that matter, that thing there is my husband!" The man had been dusting his shabby coat, stroking his mustache, smiling with sickly gallantry.
'You are talking of Harold, and saying things you shall not repeat in my presence. 'Hoity-toity, miss! What's to hinder me repeatin' in your presence that Harold Hastings is a sneak and a snob, a hewer of wood, a drawer of water, and a
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