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Updated: May 11, 2025
But it was the one who owned Emily and all the nice things. And she was looking at her steadily and as if she was merely thinking. Having paused for a few seconds to find this out, Lottie thought she must begin again, but the quiet of the room and of Sara's odd, interested face made her first howl rather half-hearted. "I haven't any ma ma ma-a!" she announced; but her voice was not so strong.
Ma-a!" Mingled with it I heard the vigorous cries of crows. I looked over into the pasture, and there I first saw the crow baby, nearly as big and black as his mamma, but with no tail to speak of. He sat not stood on the rail fence, bawling at the top of his hoarse baby-voice, "Ma! Ma!
"The crow is very comical as a lover, and to hear him try to soften his croak to the proper Saint Preux standard has something the effect of a Mississippi boatman quoting Tennyson." If he is droll as a lover, he is much more entertaining as an infant. The first I knew of the new use of the pasture, I heard one morning a strange cry. It was loud and persistent, and sounded marvelously like "Ma-a!
"Oh oh oh!" Sara heard; "I haven't got any mam ma-a!" "Oh, Lottie!" screamed Miss Amelia. "Do stop, darling! Don't cry! Please don't!" "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lottie howled tempestuously. "Haven't got any mam ma-a!" "She ought to be whipped," Miss Minchin proclaimed. "You SHALL be whipped, you naughty child!" Lottie wailed more loudly than ever. Miss Amelia began to cry.
"You're not going swimming, and that's all there is about it." "Other boys' mas lets them go. I don't see why I can't go." No answer. "Ma, won't you let me go? I won't get drowned, hope to die if I do. Ma, won't you let me go? Ma! Ma-a! Maw-ah!" "Stop yelling at me that way. Good land! Do you think I'm deaf?" "Won't you let me go? Please, won't you let " "No, I won't.
The rails of the fence were always occupied by young ones though never more than five or six at a time crying and shrieking and calling for "Ma-a!" and old ones all the time flying about half distracted, cawing and trying, I suppose, to enforce some order and discipline among the unruly rogues. Order, however, was quite a secondary consideration; the pressing duty of the hour was feeding.
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