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Updated: May 9, 2025
If her mother made that hor-rid speech about a Quaker gun, she repeated it, before all the boys and girls in our Drama Class, too! If I see her this afternoon at the Ski Club, the skiing party out at Poplar Hill, I shan't speak to her. And we used to be so chummy!
A girl any girl I ever knew is demure in her taste beside them," murmured the Camp Fire Guardian, with amused, motherly tolerance. "Pshaw! I think it's hor-rid. So flashy!" snapped Pemrose; Jack at a Pinch had made gorgeous his incivility and was parading it before her eyes. "Oh, boy! Look at that middle fellow.
'Oh, you little wretch! screamed Charlotte: seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training. 'Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, hor-rid villain! And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might: accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society.
"See that you don't make a trouble out of it, for trouble is a hor-rid kettle-o'-fish for the troublers see!... But listen! Listen! Surely that's singing singing from somewhere other singing!" She paused on tiptoe, a green dryad, one little hand, fair as a flower-petal, curled about her startled ear. But Pem was for the moment comfort-proof. "Bah!
If I had found any one else but Patty Fairfield under that pink parasol, I should have been the most surprised man under the Stars and Stripes!" "I think you're perfectly horrid!" cried Patty; "just per-fect-ly hor-rid!" "You don't really, you know," and Kit smiled at her, calmly, "you're just as ready to admit yourself tricked, as I was."
"I I'll give you all my marshmallows that we brought with us to toast at an open fire, if you do!... Yes! and one of my two little thistle pins pebble pins that Andrew and his wife brought me from Scotland, when they went home last year, if you do.... Wasn't he just hor-rid? He didn't want to speak to us to know us!"
Such was the substance of the uproar as the downy ball of mopping feathers took on a beak, claws and big brown eyes, blank and round, perching upon the foot-rail of a cot! "Oh! it's as bad as the bats in Tory Cave. And they were so-o hor-rid!" wailed Una. "It it just tickled my lips with its wing. Bah!" "Bad!
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