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"A dollar," she replied, always entering into the spirit of his pleasantry. "More." "And a half then?" "Still short, mom, try again." "Not two, Dick?" with delight in her eyes. He emptied his hand into her waiting ones. "Two dollars and twenty cents. I consider that I had pretty fair luck for bass fishing. You know how freakish they are about biting.
"Why, be sure I do! I just like them roses vonderful much. We got 'em too, big bushes of 'em, but Aunt Maria won't let me pull none off. Where'd you get yourn?" "We got lots. Mom lets me pull off all I want. You pin it on and be decorated for Greenwald. Where all you going, Phœbe?" "And I say thanks, too, David, for the rose," she said as she pinned the rose to her dress. "Um, it smells good!
Only don't never buy me no pink nor red." "I won't. Not unless your hair turns brown." "My goodness, but you spoil her," came the unsolicited opinion of Aunt Rebecca. "When I was little I wore what my mom bought me, and so did you. We would never thought of sayin', 'Don't get me this or that." "But with red hair it's different.
I remember how old he is because it was on my mom's last birthday in March that Millie said you had another baby and I remember, too, that Aunt Rebecca was there and she said, 'What, them Landis's got another baby! Poor thing! I asked Mom why she said that and she thought Aunt Rebecca meant that babies make so much work for you." "Ach, abody works anyhow, might as well work tendin' babies.
"Yes, and Jimmy Smith would pop 'em off in school, and when he got caught he'd say you gave 'em to him, and you'd both be kept in. Oh, Bob, I don't know what will happen to you next!" "Why, I wasn't doing anything, honest I wasn't, mom. Oh, how funny you look with that patch of flour on your cheek! Just like a clown in a circus, only he has white stuff all over his face."
Mary nodded gravely. "Mom Beck says so, and Eliot. So did old Mrs. Bisbee. She's the one that told Eugenia about the clovers. There was one with her piece of cake from her sister's wedding, that she dreamed on nearly fifty years ago. She dreamed of Mr. Bisbee three nights straight ahead, and she said there never was a more fortunate wedding. They'll celebrate their golden anniversary soon."
She was thinking about her tree planting days with particular abhorrence, and hardly thought of the old duties of being a home teacher, an errand wife/mom, and a wall decorator for Michael's school since now, when assessed from a distance, they were trivial discomforts by comparison.
"As I said, mom, I get my livin' that way: and one of your neighbors told me that your feller was an old one, and sort o' givin' out; and I have got 'em with all the latest improvements, and and she thought mebby I could sell you one." "You miserable coot you!" says I. "Do you stop your impudent talk, or I will holler to Josiah. What do you s'pose I want with another feller?
"A good thing, that's what you're doing what we're doing," Oliver said, putting the application in the bag. "Cute pen," she said. "It's a space pen writes upside down or in zero gravity. NASA uses it." "My father worked for NASA." "Oh, yeah? What did he do?" "He was an engineer, called himself a launch pad maintenance man. He and my mom live near Daytona. He's retired."
"He's bewitched me so's I have to kill whole families of flies for him to eat." She was always busy and always happy. Before June was half over it got to be a common occurrence for Walker to ride up to the gate on the Colonel's horse. The excuse was always to have a passing word with Mom Beck. But before he rode away, the Little Colonel was generally mounted in front of him.
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