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Seeing Hester go away, Tom came back, and reached Sand Court just as Midget was about to leave. "Hello, Queen Sandy!" he called out; "wait a minute. I saw that spitfire going away, so I came back. Now, look here, Mopsy Maynard, don't you let that old crosspatch be Queen!" "I can't, unless we all elect her," returned Midget, smiling at Tom; "but I wish you would agree to do that.
You and Kitty are two loving little sisters, but I quite understand how you each love your friends of your own age." "And Kitty can keep Dorothy, but I must lose Gladys," and Marjorie's sobs broke out anew. "Why, Mopsy Midget Maynard! Why are we having April showers in January?" Mr. Maynard's cheery voice sounded in Marjorie's doorway, and his wife beckoned him to come in.
You have a reputation to keep up with Mopsy." There was no answering smile in Vane's eyes. "Well, I shouldn't like to disappoint her; but isn't it curious what effect some things have? A patch on Mopsy's canoe, for instance and I've known a piece of cold pie carry with it a big obligation."
The Craigs will like Cousin Jack, won't they?" "Yes, indeed, and Hester, too. Good-night, King." "Good-night, Mopsy Midget. Here!" and as a final compliment, King pulled off her hair-ribbon and handed it to her with a dancing-school bow. Marjorie gave his hair an affectionate tweak, and with these good-natured attentions they parted. The sun rose early on Fourth of July morning.
"We will start at twelve, and luncheon at the summit at one." "And, O papa, mayn't the big waggon go?" pleaded Minnie. "I want to take Mopsy and Ted and Silver Tail." "And all the live stock on the place, little one," laughed her father. "What do you say, Mr. Goldthwaite? Minnie thinks the kittens would enjoy the view immensely." "The suggestion about the big waggon is opportune," said Mr.
She looked at him fixedly, and, to his annoyance, he felt his face grow hot. Mrs. Nairn had quick perceptions, and now and then she was painfully direct. "It struck me that Evelyn was not very comfortable there," he replied. "She seemed out of harmony with her people she didn't belong. The same thing," he went on lamely, "applies to Mopsy." Mrs. Nairn glanced at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
The door was shut and a keyhole could be distinctly seen. "There's the keyhole, Mopsy, which I have reason to think will fit your key," said Uncle Steve. "But I can't reach up to it," said Marjorie, looking very puzzled. "What's the house for? Is it for birds?" "Yes, for three birds that I know of, who wear gingham dresses and hair ribbons." "But we don't wear wings," interrupted Marjorie.
And I'm not sayin' it isn't a merry-go-around-about, or whativer ye call thim noisy things that they do be havin' down by the circus tent, and I'm not sayin' it is." "Don't say any more about what it is or isn't, or I'll guess." "Indeed you wouldn't, Miss Mopsy, if ye guessed from now until ye're gray-headed."
"Mabel is like you, as you used to be," he observed. "It struck me as soon as I saw her; but when she began to talk there was a difference." Evelyn laughed softly. "Yes; I think you're right in both respects. Mopsy has the courage of her convictions. She's an open rebel." There was no bitterness in her laugh.
At last all were measured, and taking a pair of scissors, Miss Hart clipped the ends off the papers where the mark was, and thus each paper represented the exact width of a smile. The papers of each side were then placed end to end, and the whole length measured. The result was fifty-four inches of smile for Flip's side, and fifty-two for Gladys'. "Hooray, Mopsy!" cried King.
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