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"Then just being glad isn't pro-fi-ta-ble?" questioned Pollyanna, a little anxiously. "Certainly not." "O dear! Then you wouldn't like it, of course. I'm afraid, now, you won't ever play the game, Aunt Polly." "Game? What game?" "Why, that father " Pollyanna clapped her hand to her lips. "N-nothing," she stammered. Miss Polly frowned. "That will do for this morning, Pollyanna," she said tersely.
His endeavours to reply evoked only a husky, rattling sound. "What the devil has come over you?" Stanistreet insisted. The rattle became articulate: "I've lost it! It's gone!" "What have you lost?" "N-nothing, sir. That is I mean to say my fountain pen." "The way you take it, I should say you'd lost your head," Stanistreet commented. "You must have dropped the thing somewhere.
"N-nothing," Amy answered a little sheepishly. "I thought I heard a little rustling among the leaves, that's all." "Probably a breeze coming up," said Betty matter-of-factly, and they went on with their berry picking. But it was not long before a second disturbance came, and this time they all heard it. It was, as Amy had said, a rustling sound.
I am going to Chicago." "To CHICAGO you!" Miss Flora came erect in her chair. "Yes, for a visit. I'm going to see my old classmate, Nellie Maynard Mrs. Tyndall." "Maggie!" "What's the matter?" "Why, n-nothing. It's lovely, of course, only only I I'm so surprised! You never go anywhere." "All the more reason why I should, then. It's time I did," smiled Miss Maggie.
That's the accursed part of it pay, pay! debt on debt, and n-nothing to pay with. All swallowed up by that merciless bloodsucker that " "Now, Barry!" Mr. Smivvle expostulated, "my dear boy " "He's a cursed v-vampire, I tell you!" retorted Barrymaine, his pale cheeks suddenly flushed, and his dark eyes flashing in swift passion, "he's a snake." "Now, my dear fellow, calm yourself." "Calm myself.
Both men, after an awkward pause, cleared their throats in unison and eyed each other expectantly. Another moment dragged past, then they chorused: "I have an unpleasant " Each broke off at the echo of his own words. "What's that?" inquired the importer. "N-nothing. You were saying " "I was thinking how lucky it is that you and Elsa waited. Hm-m! Very fortunate." Again Mr.
It sounds weak, but that was the way one felt. "Don't prevaricate, Mamie, love," said Mrs. Portheris sternly. "I'm not I don't. But n-nothing of the kind is announced, is it?" I was growing nervous under the Senatorial eye. "Nothing of the kind exists," said poppa, the Doge all over, except his umbrella. "Does it?" "Why no," I said. "Dicky and I aren't engaged. But we have an understanding."
What is it?" "N-nothing," he continued to stammer. "Yes, there is. Does your your wife suspect anything " "No, she doesn't," said Duane grimly, trying to free himself without seeming to. "I've got an appointment " But the girl said piteously: "It isn't Geraldine, is it?" "What!"
"I'm only a p-p-poor wine-g-grower, and know n-nothing about wh-what you have just t-told me; I m-m-must th-think about it." "Very good," said the president, preparing to resume his argument. "Nephew!" said the notary, interrupting him in a warning tone. "Well, what, uncle?" answered the president. "Let Monsieur Grandet explain his own intentions. The matter in question is of the first importance.
Pollyanna clapped her hands softly. "Did she say that really? Oh, I'm so glad!" "But, Pollyanna, what did she mean?" "Why, it's the game, and " Pollyanna stopped short, her fingers to her lips. "What game?" "N-nothing much, Aunt Polly; that is I can't tell it unless I tell other things that that I'm not to speak of."
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