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"It will be the biggest kind of a pleasuah. It will give me a chance to use mothah's little tea-ball. I deahly love to wiggle it around in the cup and see the watah po'ah out of all the little holes. I've been wishing somebody would come, or that I had something to do. Now you have granted both wishes. I can have a regulah little tea-pah'ty. Excuse me just a minute, please."
And you ought to go raght down if you want to save the poo' fellah's lahfe; you' mothah's just freezin' him to death." "She is?" cried Alma. "Tchk!" She flew downstairs, and flitted swiftly into the room, and fluttered up to Beaton, and gave him a crushing hand-shake. "How very kind, of you to come and see us, Mr. Beaton! When did you come to New York? Don't you find it warm here?
Not much learnin', but we had up-bringin'! Look at dem chilluns across de street. Jist had a big fight ovah dere, and dey mothah's too lazy to do any thing 'bout it. No'm, nevah did see none o' dat when we was young. Gittin' in de folkeses hen houses and stealing, and de carryins on at night. No mam! I sure do wish de old times was here.
"Please, Mistah My-Doctah," it was the pet name she had given him years ago when she used to ride on his shoulder, "please don't go to putting any notions into Papa Jack's head or mothah's. I'm just ti'ahed. That's all. I'll be all right in the mawning." "Come, Lloyd," called Mrs. Sherman. "We're ready to start now."
Yes, suh. "'Purple 'n' white! I says. 'Them's the colors of the McVay stable! "'Ah was breeding stake hawsses, suh, says ole man Sanford, 'when his mothah's milk was not yet dry upon the lips of young McVay. "When the silks come, I picks out a real soft spot for Trampfast. It's a six furlong ramble fur has-beens 'n' there's sure a bunch of kioodles in it! Most of 'em ought to be on crutches.
"He said I could help mothah and Papa Jack, both of 'em, by stayin' heah, an' I'll do it." Fritz, who had pushed himself through the partly opened gate to rustle around among the dead leaves outside, came bounding back with something in his mouth. "Heah, suh!" she called. "Give it to me!" He dropped a small gray kid glove in her outstretched hand. "Oh, it's mothah's!" she cried.
And heah's Uncle Tom in his soldier clothes, and this is mothah's great-great-aunt that was such a belle in the days of Clay and Webstah." She led the way around the room, introducing Betty to all the old family portraits, with interesting tales about each one. Then she went back to her harp, and Betty sat down in front of the first picture again.
And you ought to go raght down if you want to save the poo' fellah's lahfe; you' mothah's just freezin' him to death." "She is?" cried Alma. "Tchk!" She flew downstairs, and flitted swiftly into the room, and fluttered up to Beaton, and gave him a crushing hand-shake. "How very kind, of you to come and see us, Mr. Beaton! When did you come to New York? Don't you find it warm here?
And you ought to go raght down if you want to save the poo' fellah's lahfe; you' mothah's just freezin' him to death." "She is?" cried Alma. "Tchk!" She flew downstairs, and flitted swiftly into the room, and fluttered up to Beaton, and gave him a crushing hand-shake. "How very kind, of you to come and see us, Mr. Beaton! When did you come to New York? Don't you find it warm here?
Lewis was an old school friend of mothah's, too, and she wants Joyce and Elizabeth and me to be as deah friends as she and Emily Ware and Joyce Lewis were, she says. That's why she invited them." "And you don't know anything about this one?" questioned Rob. "Not a thing.
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