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Perhaps that was why the small fellow under her hands decided to appeal in his desperation to her. It was possible things were always possible that Ellen might know something of of step-ones. For Morry was battling with the pitifully unsatisfactory information Jolly had given him before understanding had conceived the kind little lie.
It's all right in Paris, where all the women do it; but you know as well as I do that Morry Stein would take one look at you and then tell you to go upstairs and wash your face. Well, I'm just telling you as a friend. "That little trick is the biggest lace buyer in the country.... No, you wouldn't, would you? Such a mite!
For Ephie knew nothing of Maurice's tastes, interests and ambitions, and he did not dream of asking her to share them. Yet, with the safe instincts of a young girl, she chose him for a brother from among all her other acquaintances; called him "Morry"; scarcely ever coquetted with him; and let him freely into her secrets.
"Hand him over, then, but you'll have to do the spellin'." "Rec-om-pense, p-e-n-s-e," Morry said, slowly, "I found it in a magazine, there's the greatest lot o' words in magazines! Look up 'rec, Jolly, I mean, please." Dictionaries are terrible books. Jolly had never dreamed there were so many words in the world, pages and pages and pages of 'em!
It would be all over. Morry leaned back again and closed his eyes. He had a way of closing them when he did the hardest thinking, and this was the very hardest. Sometimes he forgot to open them, and dropped asleep. Even in the morning one can be pretty tired. "Is this the Dear Little Boy?" He heard distinctly, but he did not open his eyes.
Listen, Morry, I told them I had been with you, because why, because one of the girls in my class asked me to go to the CAFE FRANCAIS with her, and we stayed too long, and ate too much ice-cream, and Joan doesn't like it, and I knew she would be cross that's all! Don't look so glum, you silly! It's nothing," and she laughed again.
She went up to her sister's closed door, and shouted into the key-hole: "None of my children ever had bandy-legs!" Almost immediately the window of the front bedroom was flung up, and Mrs. Jacobs leant out of it waving what looked like an immense streamer. "Aha," she observed, dangling it tantalizingly up and down. "Morry antique!" The dress fluttered in the breeze. Mrs.
"Would ever make up, you mean?" Morry sighed. He had known all the time, of course what the answer would be. "Yep, nothin' could." "I thought so. That's all, I mean, thank you. Oh yes, there's one other thing, I've been saving it up. Did you ever hear of a of a step-mother, Jolly? I just thought I'd ask." The result was surprising. The telescoped legs came to view jerkily, but with haste.
I believe it's Morry she means. Just like him to take a toff's name!" "Wait a moment before we speak to her," Wrayson said. "How did you find her out?" "She spoke to me," Barnes answered. "Asked me if my name was Howard, said I was a bit like the man she was looking for. Then I palled up to her, and I'm pretty certain Morry was her man.
It was a cheap lot, cheap and showy, and it fetched jolly little. Morry always did like to have things that looked worth more than he gave for them. Even his jewellery was sham every bally bit of it. There wasn't a real pearl or a real diamond amongst the lot. But there's no doubt about the money. I've had the bank-book.
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