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But you better find out what your ma wants me to do first, so I can begin." "Mamma's a ninvalid," Peace responded promptly. "But I will ask Gail. She will know, and, besides, she is cook here." She leaped nimbly to the ground and disappeared within doors, where some sort of an argument evidently waged warm and furious for a time, judging from the sound of voices heard in the garden.
Perhaps his glasses do not fit him," suggested the fairy. "Oh, I guess there's nothing the matter with his spectacles," answered Sammie. "I saw him reading a book with them." "You never can tell," declared the pink fairy. "Suppose you call him out here, and we'll take a look at his glasses. Maybe he has the wrong kind." "What about mamma's headache?" asked Susie. "Oh!
John, who saw at once that, whatever might be his present surroundings, his mother must have been a lady. A certain fancied resemblance in it to her own mother likewise drew her heart to the boy. Then Robert took from his pocket the gold thimble, and said, 'This thimmel was my mamma's. Will ye tak it, mem, for ye ken it's o' nae use to me. Miss St. John hesitated for a moment.
"Do you mean a fat man with his mouth always open?" She had to confess that their acquaintance was so limited that she could only describe the bearer of the name as a friend of mamma's; but a light suddenly came to the Captain, who quickly spoke as knowing her man. "What-do-you-call-him's brother, the fellow that owned Bobolink?" Then, with all his kindness, he contradicted her flat.
"Mamma's blessed sugar lump!" jeered Howard, with an ugly gleam in his eye. "Ought to wear a bib with pink ribbons, so he ought. Gimme a nursin' bottle for the baby, waiter!" The impertinence of this person amazed Freddy. He could only look at his tormentor speechlessly. Freddy and Florette had been such great chums that she had never used the maternal prerogative of rudeness.
The other clerks would swipe to me, and the heads would credit me with brains before I showed whether I had any or not. I want you to get me a job in Wall Street under any other name than my own except Percy" they both laughed "your first name and mamma's maiden name would do James Holden.
We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, tearing everything to splinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! but there is a great hole in the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table broken." "But why do you stay here?"
Over the fireplace hung what it needed not Lucy's whisper to point out, as 'Poor mamma's picture. It represented a very pretty girl, with dark eyes, brilliant colour, and small cherry mouth, painted in the exaggerated style usually called 'ridiculously like.
Did you wear one at a hotel when you lived at a hotel? Mamma's admonitions did not cover that. She put the hat on; she took the hat off. She rather liked it on but she dropped it on the bed at Ruth's sudden knock and felt a sense of escape for Ruth was hatless.
"That doesn't count," said Eunice. "It wasn't mamma's own dear handwriting." "Papa writed it," chirped in Helen. "No, he didn't, goosie," said Cricket. "The man here wrote it. Papa only sent it." "I know!" exclaimed Zaidee.
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