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Updated: June 29, 2025
Sudden paid tribute to Johnny's skill in one unpremeditated ejaculation. "An airplane using our very dooryard for a flying field, mommie! Times are certainly changing." Mary V bit her lip and blinked very fast while she watched the plane go circling up and up, the motor droning its monotonous song like a hive of honey bees at work. It was pure madness for Johnny to attempt flying so soon again.
"Mommie looked so peaceful, Ward. At the last, I mean. If I could have waked her up, I don't believe I'd have had the heart to do it. She never was very happy; you know that. She couldn't seem to see the happiness in little things. So many are like that. And she looked happier at the last than I ever saw her look before. So I'm happier, too since yesterday." "Are you?"
"Mommie, the plane is gone, and they are almost sure he went last night, because he was seen going that way after he left the hotel. So he did start, just as I told him to do and something awful has happened to him and where's dad?"
She thought of her as she raced, but she thought of her with a little, tender smile. Her mother was resting peacefully, and there was no more pain or worry for the little, pale, frail woman who had lived her life and gone her way. "Dear old mommie!" said Billy Louise under her breath. "Your kid is almost as happy as you are, right now.
Billy Louise spoke airily to hide her pride in the importance of the subject. "Fifty dollars, I guess. I've got to have some new clothes, mommie says. I'd like a blue dress." "And your paw can't raise fifty dollars?" Marthy's tone was plainly belligerent. "Got to pay interest," said Billy Louise importantly. Marthy said not another word about debts or the duties of parents.
Several minutes they stood there, talking, while Billy Louise patted the horse absently, and Ward looked down at her and did not miss one little light or shadow in her face. He had been alone a whole week, thinking of her, remember, and his eyes were hungry to the point of starvation. "You saw mommie, of course; you came from home?" "No, I did not.
Your Aunt Mary and Phares are just lovely about it and willing to help in every way. I was going to live over with them at any rate." "I wish I could stay with you, mommie. You need me, but I guess Uncle Sam needs me too. I'm to go soon, you know." "You go, even if I am blind. I'm not helpless. It will be awkward for a while but there are many things I can do. I can knit without seeing."
"Oh, David" Phœbe stood still and looked at him "not hail on your tobacco!" He took her arm. "Come on, Phœbe, it's coming fast. We must get in. Come to our house, Phares, that's the nearest." Just as they reached the kitchen door, where Mother Bab was looking for them, the hail came. "It's hail, Mommie," David said. The three words held all the worry and pain of his heart.
Billy Louise did not see him very often, but when she did it was with a deepening impression of his unflagging tenderness to Marthy a tenderness that manifested itself in many little, unassuming thoughtfulnesses and of his good-humor and his energy and several other qualities which one must admire. "Mommie, that nephew goes at everything just as if it were a game," she said after one visit.
She ran into her own room, grabbed a can of talcum, and did not wait to see whether she applied it evenly to her telltale eyelids, but dabbed at them on the way to her mother's room. "Doctor says you're all right, mommie; only you mustn't go digging post-holes or shoveling hay for awhile." "No, I guess not!" Her mother responded unconsciously to the stimulation of Billy Louise's tone.
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