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"Maxy: two? three four five six there! now you'll tell?" "Give 'em first," said this practical boy, apparently conquered. Six noble cookies were counted into his hand. "Now I won't tell yer at all. It's a surprise! Father said I wasn't to tell," he cried, scornfully, with his mouth full. "Oh, Haneke, papa's going to surprise us! Now I know what it is!"
At that time he was also an itinerant bill-poster and had his lodgings at Maxy Schaffer's Railroad Hotel hard by the B. & O. tracks. Mr. Shrimplin was five feet three, and narrow chested. A drooping flaxen mustache shaded a sloping chin and a loose under lip, while a pair of pale eyes looked sadly out upon the world from the shadow of a hooked nose. Mr. Joe Montgomery, Mrs.
The moist glow of her eyes, the faint blush of her cheeks, the nervous fluttering of her voice, spoke more eloquently than all the tongues of Babel could have spoken, and I could not help comparing her welcome with that which Maxy Hamilton had given me at the queen's ball.
Liseke whispered excitedly "It is a piano, and perhaps perhaps a stool. Try and find out from Max." "Maxy, dear," Hannah said, imploringly, "is it covered with plush?" "Why, how do you know?" Max cried, unguardedly, as he was finishing his sixth cookey. "I knew it, I knew it," Liseke gasped, wildly. "Does it make a noise if, well, say, if you bang on it?" Hannah cried, with a beating heart.
He dug his trench on the plaza, and got half a beef on the coals for an all-night roast. Me and Maxy went to see the rest of the Americans in the town and they all sizzled like a seidlitz with joy at the idea of solemnizing an old-time Fourth.
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