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He showed a particular fancy for Merle, whose robuster constitution allowed her to tear about with him and indulge in some rather hoydenish performances. "You're a thorough tomboy!" said Mother, having called her younger daughter down from the coach-house roof, whither she had climbed in company with her cousin. "Well, you see, Mummie dear, I have to amuse Clive!" was always Merle's excuse.
For a long time Nan said that nothing would make her go to bed, but at last mum, who is very sweet, and of whom Nan is really quite afraid, persuaded her to lie down, and herself brought up a dose of quinine. It had rained all the morning, but the sun was shining so brightly now that the twins stood looking longingly out of the nursery window, while mummie helped Nan into bed.
"When will you buy me the boat, mummie to-morrow?" "As soon as I can, Jackie." This promise appeared to satisfy him. Suddenly he looked "Is father coming back no more?" "Do you want him back?" Jackie hesitated; his mother pressed him for an answer. "Not if you don't, mummie." "But if he was to give you another boat, one with four sails?" "They don't have four sails, not them with one mast."
The little brown legs were amazingly swift, but the telegram was elusive because the breeze was naughty. When Robin ran up to his mother holding it out he was almost breathless. "Here it is, mummie." His blue eyes and his voice held triumph. "I said I would, and I did!" Rosamund put her arm round him. "Who do you think sent this?" "I dunno." "Daddy sent it." Robin's eyes became round. "Daddy!
The sixth kind of mummy was made of corpuscles, or spiritual effluences, radiated from the living body; though we cannot get very clear ideas on this head, or respecting the manner in which they were caught. "Medicina Diatastica; or, Sympathetical Mummie, abstracted from the Works of Paracelsus, and translated out of the Latin, by Fernando Parkhurst, Gent." London, 1653. pp. 2.7.
Sam passed him with a cold face and hurried through the door leading to the companion-way. "Mummie, why is that man wet?" cried the clear voice of a little child. Sam whizzed by, leaping down the stairs. "Good Lord, sir! You're very wet!" said a steward in the doorway of the dining-saloon. "You are wet," said a stewardess in the passage. Sam raced for his state-room.
A picture was forming in her consciousness which, when it was clear, would tell her why it was perilous to leave Richard to his grief.... "Aw, shut up!" hissed Poppy, and tugged at his arm. But he faced Ellen bravely and cried: "Yes, you've killed my mummie! She saw there was something wrong going on between you two.
He said to her in the afternoon as they walked along the lanes to Roothing High Street, a scene the memory of which he had apparently cherished sentimentally, "You know, mummie, when I told Aunt Susan that I was going to run away and find you, she said that I had better try my luck, but I mustn't be disappointed if you didn't want me. But I knew you would, mummie...."
'Wait a bit, Neil, said the doctor, laying a detaining hand upon the lad's shoulder; 'not so suddenly, if you please; I will go with you and prepare her, and the two left the house together. 'But Mrs. Macdonnell, Mummie, said Tricksy, with a quivering lip, 'do you do you think she'll die?
"I shan't be able to sail my boat now; it won't sail, its mast and the sails is broke. Mummie, what did you break my boat for?" and the child burst into tears. At that moment William entered. "What is the child crying for?" he asked, stopping abruptly on the threshold. There was a slight tone of authority in his voice which angered Esther still more.
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