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I don't want poor Mr. Jeff Bucknor to have to take up for me which he is sure to do if the hammers begin to knock but even to spare his feelings I will not quit trying to sell my wares." "Judith, you must not lower yourself." "I'm not lowering myself one bit, Mumsy. Just look at it this way: Suppose I had a shop in Ryeville.
Maud was perched on the edge of the billiard-table with one foot on the ground and the other swinging to and fro, and it was evident both from her pleased, self-conscious air and the fact that she was the only person in the room who was not clapping, that all the applause was meant for her. "Yes, I have beaten him handsomely, Mumsy," she said, when at length Mrs.
"Actually, Mumsy, I tried to sell anti-kink to a bald-headed white man. I really believe I shall have to give up my peddling job until after the ball is over," she said. Mrs. Buck had entered only half-heartedly into the plan of going to the ball, and had agreed to go only because Judith had pleaded so earnestly with her.
But I'd rather go on living with Mumsy, thank you Uncle." The designation came after a brief hesitation. "You see," she added politely, as though fearful that she might have hurt his feelings, "we've always lived together." She flung a glance of almost passionate adoration at her mother, who turned towards the man, smiling a little wistfully. "You see how it is with her?" she said.
We brought out six bottles o' the worstest rotgut ever faked in a settlement saloon, an' handed it over. After that I guess we wus feelin' better. Sez we, feelin' kind o' mumsy over the whole racket, it ain't right, we sez, to harbor no sperrit-soaked, liver-pickled tag of a decent citizen's life around this layout; an' so we took Joe Nelson to the river and diluted him.
"I promise, Mumsy, not to overwork but please let me do most of the cooking. I simply love to cook and I know Judy can't brew a cup of tea or boil an egg, and I fancy Elise has not had the kind of training that would make her very domestic. Of course, I'll be studying myself before so very long at the Sorbonne, and then I am afraid you will be the one to be overworked."
Harbison has shown me a little he was a soldier in the Spanish War but we girls are a terribly ignorant lot, Mumsy, about the real things of life. Now, don't worry. It is more sport than camping in the Adirondacks, and not nearly so damp. Your loving daughter, Katherine. P.S. South America must be wonderful. Why can't we put the Gadfly in commission, and take a coasting trip this summer?
"Was that why you did it, Irene?" "Of course," said Irene in a laconic voice, "I'll have to think of something else. She is an extraordinary woman is Frosty. I got rid of Carter. You know how I got rid of her." "You mustn't speak of it it is too painful." "Well, I'll have to get rid of Frosty." "Now listen to me, Irene. Your governess is not to go." "Mumsy dear, why that tone?
I know by the way he looks out of his eyes. It isn't only his eyes that look at you but there is something behind them that looks at you. I reckon if I were a sissy girl I'd say his eyes were soulful, but you see I'm not. I tell you, Mumsy, my Cousin Jeff is a powerful likely young man and I'm quite proud of him. Too bad he doesn't know he's my kin." Mrs. Buck sighed.
Cousin Ann only visits relations. I reckon I'm a snob but I can't help being glad that I am to belong. I won't let anybody but you know that, Mumsy, but I'm going to be just as nice and kind to poor Cousin Ann as can be. You will too, won't you, dear Mumsy?" "Well, I guess I know how to treat company," bridled Mrs. Buck.
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