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He will der grossest whippun ever of his life receive." Little by little the boy subsided, swallowing his sobs, knuckling his eyes, gazing ruefully at the spot where the boat had sunk. "Dot is better soh," commented Mr. Sieppe, finally releasing him. "Next dime berhaps you will your fat'er better pelief. Now, no more. We will der glams ge-dig, Mommer, a fire.
"I've made enough out of my commissions to-day already to pay a whole week's board down there." He turned and started across the street, but as he reached the curb he paused. "Tell mommer she shouldn't worry herself," he said. "I'm all right." Max looked at Abe with a sickly grin. "I think he is too, Abe," he murmured. "Would you come over to Broadway and take maybe a little lunch with me?"
“That pup belongs to me, now,” she said marching back. The school bell ringing at this moment ended the scene. “Who’s that little girl who wears the scarlet cape?” Maida asked Dorothy and Mabel Clark when they came in together at four. “Rosie Brine,” they answered in chorus. “She’s a dreffle naughty girl,” Mabel said in a whisper, and “My mommer won’t let me play with her,” Dorothy added.
Perlmutter shrugged his shoulders. "I spoke to her about it," he replied, "and she says so long as we're so busy here, she guesses she will stay on the job as long as she can. She says her mommer and her sister can do all the shopping for her." "You see, Mawruss, what a mistake you make," Abe commented with a sigh. "That's a fine girl, that Miss Cohen!" Morris nodded gloomily.
You could almost have forgiven them if they were happy upon their island. But happiness is born in the heart, and they who seek it elsewhere in the end hold Sodom apples in fingers through which the pearl of great price has somewhere slipped on the way.... "Mr. V.V.! Ain't you dressing yet!" said a voice from without. "Mommer says remind you it's after nine o'clock."
Jack Faraday approached her somewhat awe-stricken, but her gravely boyish manner immediately put him at his ease. Talking with her over commonplaces, he wondered what she would say if she knew of her mother's conversation with him. As if in answer to the unspoken thought, she suddenly said fixing him with intent eyes: "Mommer said she told you of Mr. Courtney. Do you think he'll come back?"
V.V., and how can me and Mommer ever make up for all you done for us. I don't know. I have every hope for a speedy change for the better in my condition, and I never dreamed Id' have a Ladys Writen Desk truly, or haven one would make me oh so Happy. My first note, dear Dr. Vivian, goes to you.
Faraday, his breath taken away by the suddenness of the attack, felt the blood run to his hair, and stammered a reply. "Well, you know," she said, leaning toward him confidentially, "I don't. Mommer is possessed with the idea that he will. But neither popper nor I think so.
"That's nothin' to my old dad," interrupted Gus Houston, the "infant" of the camp, a bright-eyed young fellow of twenty; "why, he wrote to me yesterday that if I'd only pick up a single piece of gold every day and just put it aside, sayin' 'That's for popper and mommer, and not fool it away it would be all they'd ask of me."
"Lawk's sakes, Kern, an' I've asked you a hundred times what would you do with a writin'-desk, now?" "Mommer, I'd set at it." "An' what time you got for settin', I'd like to know? Fairy-dreamin' again!" "An' I'd keep notes in it in the pigeonholes. Like it says in my Netiquette." "You don't get no notes."
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