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Kittie began to feel anxious and worried, but Kat made fun of her, though she herself began to grow more quiet, as the evening went on. Eight. Nine. No Ernestine. What should they do? Bea sprang up from her seat at the window, all in a pale tremor. "I cannot stand it. Oh, Olive, what shall we do?" "Why, I don't know," said Olive, putting down the book in which she had read nothing.
If we can secure the commission I mentioned last week, your marriage need only be deferred until Kittie is twenty-one.
Not one moment had they ceased fanning him gently lest the weak breath would take its flight; but now a refreshing breeze was stirring the locks upon his temples, and imparting to him a little strength, so that Kittie could leave for a few moments to attend to her cousin Willie, whose demands were more importunate upon her than ever, since her time was required in the sick presence.
When Kittie and Kat came in from the pond a little while later, they found Bea, lying on the lounge and sobbing, with a despairing energy, that excited their liveliest alarm, and made all horrible things seem possible, from mother's death down to the breaking of the cherished family tea-pot.
“Tell him you are not going to,” whispered Bully, and that’s what Kittie called to the fox from up in the tree, for, you see, he couldn’t climb up to her, and he still had hold of her basket. “If you don’t come down I’ll throw this basket of yours in the water!” threatened the bad fox, gnashing his teeth. “Oh, I don’t want him to do that!” said Kittie.
It is so hard to go about the house with a cheerful face and an apparent indifference, when the full heart would fain express itself freely. But harder still was it for Kittie to be subjected to her cousin's importunities at a time when she had scarcely room for a common sympathy for him.
"Yes, I know; you snored into my singin' with enjoyment, all right." "It's the twelve hours on my feet that just seem to make me dead to the world, come evening." "A girl that had the whole town wavin' flags at her when she sung 'The Holy City' at the nineteen hundred street-carnival! Kittie Scogin Bevins, one of the biggest singers in New York to-day, nothing but my chorus!
"I never would be idle, but I could choose more pleasant kind of work than sitting in Mr. Dane's office all day; it's the dreariest place I ever got into." "Well, anyhow, Christmas is coming," said Bea, nodding cheerfully over the coffee-urn. "More's the pity," said Kittie disconsolately. "We're not going to get anything; it'll be awful poky."
Murray saw it and hastily added: "It would be too unkind, after all. Do not consider it another moment; only tell me if you will allow Pansy and me to come and take you to ride some evening soon." "Yes, thank you," answered Kittie. "I should be very much pleased." Some one shouted her name through the woods just then, and with a little bow and smile, she went away, leaving Mr.
It's only a couple of blocks. Hurry, everybody!" "Wait, and I'll tell Kitty we're going out," Marion said. She ran through several rooms, calling "Kittie! Kittie!" but received no response. "I wonder where she is," the hostess said, in a puzzled manner. "Well, we haven't time to find her. Come on." "I think I saw her go out more than half an hour ago," Harriet Newcomb said.
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