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"We can pretend, while we're getting ready for bed," said Delight, and soon, in her little kimono, and bedroom slippers, she stalked into Midget's room and said, with despairing gestures: "Fellow princess, our doom hath befell. We are belocked in a prison grim, and I fear me, nevermore will we be liberated." "Say not so, Monongahela," answered Marjorie, clasping her hands.
Then they put some flowers on the grave, and when they returned to town and Bryce was unsaddling the ponies, Shirley drew Midget's nose down to her and kissed it. Then she commenced to weep rather violently. "What are you crying about?" Bryce demanded. Girls were so hard to understand. "I'm go-going h-h-h-home to-morrow," she howled.
Were he to see her by accident, flitting around the plant which she protects, he would take no notice of her, would not suspect the service rendered. I propose to set forth the tiny midget's deserts. Scientists call her Microgaster glomeratus. What exactly was in the mind of the author of the name Microgaster, which means little belly? Did he intend to allude to the insignificance of the abdomen?
"There, fishies," she said, "don't take to your heels and run away. I'll soon clean up these dirty old stones and shells, then I'll give you nice fresh water, and put you back home again." The stones and shells did look better, according to Midget's way of thinking, after she had vigorously scrubbed the moss from them.
Following Midget's lead, the trio went tearing through the house to the kitchen. Uncle Steve paused in the library where the others were, and said to his sister, "They're the same Maynard children, Helen, if they are a year older. We enjoyed Marjorie last summer, and I know we'll enjoy Kitty this year, but how you can live with them all at once I can't understand!" "It's habit," said Mrs.
Maybe they visited the settlements and got drunk oftener than he did, but the Bar-O continued as a mystery and a sore spot in a neighborhood that was struggling up from primitive ways." Adine paused to chuckle a bit at the midget's interest in the recital. The little man's eyes were glued on the speaker, he missed never a word.
But you know, when I thought I didn't have any father, I thought about all our Ourdays, and " Midget's voice broke, and Mr. Maynard caught her to him. "My darling little girl," he said, "I'm so glad you're back with us for our Ourdays, and you shall ride just where you want to." "Let her take my place," said Kitty, kindly.
Then she drew his head down, while she whispered faintly in his ear. Three times she had to repeat the words before he could catch them: "Are you my father?" he heard at last. The fear flashed back upon him that Midget's mind was affected, but he only held her close to him, and said, gently, "Yes, Marjorie darling, my own little girl," and the quiet assurance of his tone seemed to content her.
Just a minute!" Joe drew back. The midget's seamed face was very earnest. He said in his odd voice: "Here's something to think about. Somebody worked mighty hard to keep you from getting those gyros here. They might work hard to keep them from getting repaired. That's why we asked for a special shop to work in. It's occurred to me that a good way to stop these repairs would be to stop us.
While the fire flashed up the wide chimney, I sat inside the fireplace with the three children of my host, and enjoyed the genial glow which arose from the fragments of the wreck of a vessel which had pounded herself to death upon the strand near Kitty Midget's Hammock. How curiously those white-haired children watched the man who had come so far in a paper boat!
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