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"Very well, I'll be nice to him," he answered shortly, adding after a minute, with a deliberate impishness, as if he hated the moment and wanted to burlesque it, "After all, mums, I never do hit him...." But for the rest of the evening the golden glow of his face was clouded with solemnity, and when she was tucking him up that night he said, in an off-hand way, "You know prob'ly Roger's got much older while he's been away, and I'll be able to play with him more when he comes back."
Next Saturday afternoon at three." Dick bowed. "Where?" he questioned. "In the patch of woods behind the cornfield." "All right." "Mums is the word, fellows," said Baxter to his cronies. "You will keep this to yourself, Rover, won't you?" "How many do you expect to bring to the fight?" "Only the four fellows who are here." "Very well; I will bring a like number."
"Mother," said Maggie, and she went on her knees to her parent, "you have really given them to me?" "Well, of course, child. Didn't I say so? I don't want them. I haven't looked at the things for years." "I wonder, mums, if you would write something on a piece of paper for me." "Oh dear! oh dear!" said Mrs. Howland. "Mr. Martin doesn't approve of what he calls documents."
"Well, Mums said your governor seemed to leave you here just like they leave umbrellas at picture galleries, and she believed he had a large-sized money-bag inside him instead of a heart." "Oh!" said Paul, with great disgust, for he had thought Mrs. Grimstone a woman of better taste; "your mother said that, did she? Vastly entertaining to be sure ha, ha!
"I know." "Isn't she well?" "I have tried to have her see a doctor. But she won't. She insists that she is all right " "She is not. She is no more like the old Becky than champagne is like milk Becky was the kind that went to your head Mums. You know that sparkling." "I have wondered," Mrs. Beaufort said, slowly, "if anything happened while I was away." "What could happen " His mother sighed.
Go and tell Mums!" That was the beginning of the trouble. In vain he tried to put them off with stories that their mother was not well, that her head ached, that she was lying down and must not be disturbed. The twins were disbelieving, grew angry, and finally broke into tears and sobs. Nicholas took them up, one on each arm, and carried them into the kitchen.
She just turned her head to the wall and sighed; then to poor old Mrs. Hopgood, who was crying her heart out: "Don't cry, Mums, I don't care." When they had gone, she asked for her violin. She made them hold it for her, and drew the bow across the strings; but the notes that came out were so trembling and uncertain that she dropped the bow and broke into a passion of sobbing.
It pleases me too. Boys are very dear to my heart. I wonder if you can guess why, Philip, my son?" "I wish I'd been a better son, Mums. Some chaps never seem to cause their-mothers any worry or heart ache. I wasn't that kind. I am afraid I am not even yet." "No son is, dear, unless there is something wrong with him or the mother.
Besides, my digestion isn't what it was; but I shall be all right by-and-by; so will you too, my dear. And what I do, I do for you." "Well, I wish you would tell me what you are doing for me, and get it over," said Maggie. "You were always very peculiar, mums, always even when dear father was alive and you're not less so now."
"Fire ahead," replied my young friend; "'mums the word." "First, I note that you are agreeable, educated, well dressed, and a dancer, all of which takes with the majority of girls, at least the girls we have to reach. Next, I need you in the ballrooms. Perhaps you may occasionally require an automobile. To be sure, that is expensive, but..."
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