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"I don't mind being without them so much myself" Lulu's tone was a little doubtful "though I think they would help me with Honey-Boy and Honey-Bunch. Sometimes ." She did not finish. "And then," Honey went on decidedly, "it's not natural for women to fly. God never intended them to." "It is wonderful," Lulu said admiringly, "how men know exactly what God intended." Honey roared.
Honey-Boy, having apparently just waked, stared, owl-like, his brows pursed in comic reproduction of his father's expression. Junior grinned his widest grin and padded the air unceasingly with his pudgy hands. Honey-Bunch slept placidly in Julia's arms. Julia advanced a little from her group and dropped a single monosyllable. "Well?" she said in an inflexible, questioning voice.
Shading her hands, she studied the group at the water's edge. Honey-Boy and Peterkin were digging wells in the sand. Junior making futile imitative movements, followed close at their heels. Near the group of women, Honey-Bunch crept across the mat of pine-needles, chasing an elusive sunbeam. "No, she's not there."
If she found out you were contemplating a divorce, it would kill her. You know how weak she is." I heard Jim's heavy tread coming downstairs. "Can I stay with you, Mary?" Big tears stood in Helen's eyes and she seemed on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Of course, Honey-bunch!" Mary responded, kissing her and leading her into the drawing-room.
"Don't ever marry him, Julia," Chiquita warned. "Keep your life a perpetual wooing." "Marry him to-morrow, Julia," Lulu advised. "Oh, I cannot think what my life would have been without Honey-Boy and Honey-Bunch." "I shall marry Billy sometime," Julia said. "But I don't know when. When that little inner voice stops saying, 'Wait!"
He is very handsome, you say." "Oh, that isn't it," cried the Countess, taking Rosemary in her arms and directing me to a spot on her rosy cheek. "Kiss right there, Mr. Smart. There! Wasn't it a nice kiss, honey-bunch? If you are a very, very nice little girl the kind gentleman will kiss you on the other cheek some day. She calls every man she meets da-da," explained the radiant young mother.
"Mister Billy Harvey and Mister Hampton Dibrell is down on the front porch ready to gallivant you, honey-bunch, and I seen Miss Letitia and her Mister Cliff Gray coming in one direction and Miss Jessie in another, so I reckon Sallie had better hurry with that New York twilight she's fixing on you," Mammy announced as she stood in my doorway and beamed upon me.
Idle men! Idle women! And as I wondered what we should do next, Nature took the matter in her hands. She gave all you women work to do." Julia paused. Her still gray eyes fixed on faraway things. "Honey-Boy was born, then Peterkin, then Angela, then Honey-Bunch. And suddenly everything was right again.
"Well, hello! Can this be Betty the wall-flower?" called a voice from over the fence. It was so out of sight that it might have come from the hollow log out on Old Harpeth if it hadn't been so near. "Won't anybody dance with you, honey-bunch?" "Nobody; unless you will," I answered, running down toward the voice.
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