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What did you say, kiddy?" he asked, recovering himself instantly and speaking this time not in the gruff and harsh tones he had used before but in a singularly winning and pleasant voice, cultivated and gentle, that was in odd contrast with his rough and battered appearance. "The time, was that what you wanted to know?"
Jonathan had not deceived him. "What's this here kinchen in for?" asked Terence, as he and Quilt strode along, with Thames between them. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. "Oh! nothin' partickler mere curossity," replied Terence. "By the powers!" he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive, "he's a nice genn-teel-lookin' kiddy, I must say.
I guess he was lecturing him on those reports; I guess he told him he’d have to take off a couple of sheets.” “I shouldn’t wonder,” said Westby. “I don’t believe old Hoopo would have interfered much on my account,—but I guess he couldn’t stand for Lou Collingwood getting three sheets. And Kiddy, the fox, tried to make us think he was being magnanimous!”
"Please, sir, I am a poor man looking for work. Would you mind giving me a bit to eat?" came from somebody outside. "It's Kiddy Leech!" whispered Snap. "Now, what do you think of that?" It was indeed Kiddy Leech who had applied for assistance at the home of Aaron Masterson.
"Aw, he is, is he?" echoed Peterson. His personality waked up secretively, like that of some weak, night animal hiding in a wood. Clo eyed him, striving to make him out. "Better go home, kiddy," he advised. His tone was good-natured. "Shall I see you back to where you live, or " "I have another errand to do," the girl announced with dignity.
They had their traps stored in that boathouse." "Did those boys come to a camp up here?" asked the tramp, with interest. "Yes." "What were their names?" "Snap Dodge, Shep Reed, a fellow called Whopper Dawson and a little chap named Caslette." "Humph! the very same crowd," muttered Kiddy Leech. "So you played the trick on them, eh? I am glad of it."
One evening, as the latter was passing through the dining-hall, she found Evelyn, who studied where she chose, disconsolately running her fingers through her gold-brown hair. "I say, Kiddy," she called to Laura. "You know Latin, don't you? Just give us a hand with this." Latin had not been one of Evelyn's subjects, and she was now employing some of her spare time in studying the language with Mr.
"What does this mean?" demanded Aaron Masterson. "This is the rascal who ran off with our outfit, Mr. Masterson," answered Snap. "And we mean to make him a prisoner," added Shep. "Kiddy Leech, don't you dare to resist, or it will be that much worse for you." The tramp was caught between two fires, as it were, and did not know what to do.
But he gave her no chance to find out, for he continued speaking almost at once. "I love my art but a still, flat canvas, however beautifully painted, isn't comparable with the moving, living interpretation of beauty possible to a dancer. I remember, years ago ten years, quite seeing a kiddy dancing in a wood." Magda leaned forward. "It was the prettiest thing imaginable.
Barclay, that Westby, reading the Harvard news in his Boston paper, went giggling into Morrill’s room. “There’s a fellow named Upton playing on the Freshmen.” He showed Morrill the name. “Let’s get a crowd and go in to Kiddy; I’ll get him rattled.” “How?” asked Morrill.
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