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You know who is down there, and this is awfully delicate, Mumsy but he's a nice boy, and I thought I liked him. I guess you know he has been rather attentive. Now, I DO like him, Mumsy, but not the way I thought I did, and I want you to very gently, of course to discourage him a little. You know how I mean. He's a dear boy, but I am so tired of people who don't know anything but horses and motors.
He was either drinking or getting over drunks as a general thing. Then he was mighty lazy and shiftless." "Poor Mumsy! You've had a right hard time with us Bucks. Grandfather Buck was so lazy he worried you to death and I'm so energetic I know I annoy you terribly. But all this talking isn't selling toilet articles to house parties. By the way, I got a 'phone message from my motormen.
"You'd have plenty of them if you weren't so so businesslike." Judith laughed merrily. "Well, I reckon they'd come anyhow if they wanted to, but I must say, Mumsy, I'm kind of snobbish about your so-called beaux. I might like the boys if they would only stop being so silly and understand that I'm a human being with a mind and soul.
With the toe of a snug little bronze boot Kitty drew an outline round a pattern in the rug. "Love is a funny thing," was her comment. "It sure is, old-timer. But what put the thought into your head?" "I was thinking how very much mumsy must have been in love with father." "But she never knew that I loved her, Kitty." "What's that got to do with it?
"Why, mumsy!" exclaimed the boy, his hand touching his mother's cheek as she leaned over him. "What's wrong?" She shook her head vehemently in the dark. "Nothing at all, dear. You must go to sleep now." The next day, Willoughby, on his return from down-town, found her busily superintending the two servants while they cleaned up his room. It was an unexpected attention on her part.
I'm afraid I might get off the track and run over you. If you just stay still in one spot I'll get through. I can't go over you, I can't go around you and I can't go under you. "There's the whistle blowing for two stops before ours and I'm ready. Hurrah for a fortune, Mumsy!" and with a kiss Judith was off, bearing a basket in one hand and a tin cooler of buttermilk in the other.
"I'd like ter give it ter you, if you won't be a thinkin' it's free-niggerish of me." "Why, I think it is perfectly lovely of you. It is a beautiful locket the most beautiful I ever saw. See, Mumsy, I can put it on my little gold chain." "No doubt!" Mrs. Buck looked distrustfully at Billy, but the old man held himself so meekly and his manner was so respectful that her heart was somewhat softened.
Wouldn't it be funny, Mumsy, if all of them got to doing it? It would be kind of nice to have some kinfolks who knew they were kin. I know you think I am conceited, but somehow I believe the men would be more pleased about it than the women. Maybe the women are afraid I'd take to visiting them like poor Cousin Ann!" "Humph! Cousin Ann indeed!" "But, Mumsy, she was real cousinish last night.
Supper was cooked but it must be packed properly and the finishing touches put to it. Mrs. Buck was wandering around the kitchen making futile attempts to help. Jeff, who was sitting outside on a bench under the syringa bushes, could hear her querulous drawl and Judith's quick, good-natured replies. "Never mind the china, Mumsy.
He withdrew quietly. A little while later, leaning over the balusters, she saw Willard whispering to him earnestly. "Did she, my boy?" she heard the man cry under his breath. "Why, now, mumsy must just have been a little tired. I don't think it was anything else." Willoughby's smile seemed enough at the moment to reassure almost any one.
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