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Kiddie had told him exactly where the eagles' eyrie was situated and how he might most easily and safely approach it, first by ascending the gradual slope of the mountain and then working his way round on the face of the precipice, and then again ascending by a craggy cleft that would bring him close to the nesting-place. And Kiddie's directions and advice were always too practical to be ignored.
There'll be no question of Peter's backing out of a bargain bad or good, and our poor little kiddie's got to suffer." "Beulah took it hard," Gertrude commented, as they turned up-town again after dropping their friend at her door. The two girls were spending the night together at Margaret's. "I wonder on what grounds.
It was Elizabeth who answered, bending over him "Kiddie's all right! He's fast asleep in your arms." "So he is!" And the brilliancy in Tom's eyes grew still more radiant, while with one hand he caressed the thick dark curls that clustered on the head of his dead boy "Poor little chap! Tired out, and so am I! It's very cold surely!" "Yes, Tom, it is. Very cold!" "I thought so!
With a convulsion, as the ammonia fumes entered his nostrils, if he had such things, he let go of the toe, shuddered and withdrew into his shell, to die, I supposed, though I afterwards learned that he crawled off in the night, much to the kiddie's grief.
But that buffalo hunt isn't going to come off." When Rube Carter awoke the following morning he found himself alone in the teepee, and might have believed himself to be back in Kiddie's camp on Sweetwater Lake but for the medley of sounds that came to him through the open door-flap. He heard the neighing of horses, the barking of dogs, and the high-pitched voices of squaws and children.
Rube and Isa Blagg both searched, but there was no likelihood of their finding any bootmarks on the grass. Rube went back to the path leading up from the landing-place. There had been heavy rain on the previous afternoon, and the ground was still moist enough to show the faint impressions of his own and Kiddie's moccasins, and yet more distinctly the marks of Isa Blagg's heavy boots.
She was surprised that she understood so much of what he had said childlike wonder at her wise old heart, made wise almost in a night a wedding night. When Burlingham lapsed into silence, laughing at himself for having talked so far over the "kiddie's" head, she sat puzzling out what he had said. The world seemed horribly vast and forbidding, and the sky, so blue and bright, seemed far, far away.
"Girls are all alike under their skins. This poor kiddie's been starved for nice things and her sudden good fortune's gone to her head. She doesn't know the value of money, either; what'd seem big to her would be carfare for you. Give her more to do. And she ought to know some young folks." Now Cornelius Allendyce beamed fondly upon his sister. She had comforted him.
In a moment the atmosphere was changed from Steve's passionate urgency to the domestic lightness of a happy wife's presence. "Why, Mac," she cried, as she stood framed in the doorway, "you two boys still doping yourselves with smudge and tobacco smoke? That kiddie's only just gone off to sleep. He's a terrible tyrant, Steve, and just the sweetest ever."
He may be an excellent match for her from a worldly point of view, but from a romantic standpoint " She broke off with an expressive gesture "I suppose it is a love-match?" Nick laughed, blinking very rapidly as her eyes sought his. "Look at the kiddie's face if you want to know! She is as happy as a lark.
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