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Even if they had not been, Mama's occasional sallies from her fireplace fort, saber waving threateningly, frequently endangered half our communications and we suffered all the while from the idiosyncrasies of the continental operators who seem unable ever to make a clear connection, varying this annoyance by a habit of either dropping dead or visiting the nearest café at those crucial moments when they did not interrupt a tense interchange by polite inquiries as to whether msieu had been connected.
Setting the bowl firmly on one knee, Celia ladled out a generous spoonful. "Open your mouth, darling, and swallow this nice broth. It'll make mama's little boy a big strong man." The soup-spoon journeying in Joel's direction tilted dangerously. Half the contents splashed upon his cheek and ran in a greasy dribble down his neck.
It's Sarah Jane's chain and she's my mama's cook, and I'm going to be what I please." "I'll tell you what do," was Billy's suggestion, "we'll take it turn about; me an' Lina'll firs' be the perlice an' y' all be the chain-gang, an' then we'll be the niggers an' y' all be the bosses."
By George, I'll never forget our rushing into the house like maniacs, not knowing what had happened to Leslie or Acton, and having her fall sobbing into your arms, with the pearls in her hands!" "Mama's wonderful," Alice laughed. "Chris, did you eat any dinner?" He considered. "But I'm really not hungry, dear," he protested. Alice, superbly incredulous, rang at once. Who was in the kitchen?
"I'll tell you what I think, Chris what has been almost driving me mad and you can probably tell me a thousand reasons why it can't be so! You see, I've never understood Mama's feverish distress these last weeks. She's been to see me, she's done what had to be done about Leslie's engagement, but she's not herself you can see that!
"Mama's not well, and the kid is just home," Miss Saunders told them all good-naturedly, in excuse. She carried Susan off to the lunch- room, announcing herself to be starving, and ordered a lavish luncheon. Ella Saunders really liked this pretty, jolly, little book-keeper from Hunter, Baxter & Hunter's. Susan amused her, and she liked still better the evidence that she amused Susan.
And not at all in bitterness, but wholly in sadness, a sense of the injustice, the unfairness of it all a sense that had been strong in me in my youth but blunted during the years of my busy prosperity returned for a moment. For a moment only; my mind was soon back to realities to her and me to "us." How soon it would never be "us" again! "They're mama's friends," Anita was answering.
"I wonder what makes her hate Uncle Ridley so?" was Ernestine's query, as she turned from the glass, having satisfied herself that Kittie was certainly wrong about Olive's hair. "I never could imagine," answered Bea, with evident curiosity. "She won't call him, uncle, and the dress he sent her is in mama's room, and Olive says, she'll never wear it." "May be she would give it me," suggested Kat.
Uncle Walter Dering lived in Staunton, and your mama's home and mine, also in the city, were only a little way apart, and we saw a great deal of each other. Florence Granger was her name, and she was the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen, except the little daughter here, who is going to be her mother's very image.
That she had changed her mind, or at least her tactics, in regard to us was important news. "She came with Mr. and Mrs. Haile," Alicia continued. "It was the first time she had ever been inside Hynds House. Think of that, Sophy! There were some girls here, and a few boys, naturally, Jimmy Scarboro among them. Should you think that accounted for his mama's presence, Sophy?
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