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"Is the colonel there?" and she indicated what seemed to be an ideal fishing place among the willows. "He was, Miss Viola, but he done gone now." "Gone? Where? Do you mean back to the house?" "No'm. He done gone t' N'York." "New York?" "Yes'm. On de afternoon train. He say he may be back t'night, an' mebby not 'twell mornin'." "But New York-and so suddenly! Why did he go, Shag?"
"Is it your own trouble, Piney?" she asked, helping again. "No'm." "Whose trouble, Piney?" "Mist' Steerin's, Miss Sally." "Ah!" She leaned nearer Piney. "Tell me quickly, dearie," she said, "is he ill?" "Well'm, it's your trouble, too, Miss Sally." "Yes, surely, Piney, go on, go on!" "And your father's trouble, Miss Sally." "Something about the Tigmores, I suspect, then, Piney, go on."
"I remember being sixteen myself; I have never been so old since. But I was very old for my age, then. Do you think you are?" "I don't believe I am," said Clementina, laughing again, but still very discreetly. "Then I should like to tell you that you have a very agreeable voice. Do you sing?" "No'm no, sir no," said Clementina, "I can't sing at all."
"Well, I have seen Persian cats plenty times, I guess," Florence said. "I thought Persian cats were white, and these are kind of gray." At this Kitty Silver permitted herself to utter an embittered laugh. "You wrong!" she said. "These cats, they white; yes'm!" "Why, they aren't either! They're gray as " "No'm," said Mrs. Silver.
"What a bully fairy-tale," the girl delightedly clasped one of Jane's hands. "No'm, I reckon he'd go out to Missouri an' live with his brother. He's always wantin' to. Why, Miss Jane? Is there any chance of all that?" "I don't know, Nan. Maybe I was just dreaming." "Then dream some more," she murmured. The morning had worn on without a bell for recess.
"Hester is tired," said Mrs. Brice, compassionately, and tears came to her eyes again at the thought of what they had both been through that day. "Tired!" said Nancy, holding up her hands. "No'm, she ain' tired. She des kinder stupefied by you' goodness, Mis' Brice." A scene was saved by the appearance of Miss Crane's hired girl. "Mr. and Mrs. Cluyme, in the parlor, mum," she said. If Mr.
"You may hang your hat and jacket in the closet under the stairs whenever you don't wish to go to your room," she said when she parted with her companion at the piazza, "but don't wander away anywhere before lunch." "No'm. Thank you for taking me, Mrs. Forbes." "You're welcome," returned that lady, and the long black veil swept majestically toward the barn.
Schofield were used to inexplicable changes in Penrod, and they missed its significance. When Mrs. Schofield, with dread in her heart, called Penrod into the house "to take his medicine" before lunch, he came briskly, and took it like a lamb! "Why, Penrod, that's splendid!" she cried "You see it isn't bad, at all." "No'm," he said meekly. "Not when you get used to it."
Eliza and Bud had rolled over the wheelbarrow, led by the prancing team. "No'm," answered Eliza, "everybody's been good and the Deacon have told us three Bible tales, and my side have beat Henny's five catches and one loose. But Henny played his'n good," she added, with a worthy victor's generosity to the fallen foe.
"No'm; but I'll know it's there jes' the same." "All right; here goes, then," and soon Patty had the rest of the gaudy lithographs tacked into their designated places. "Now, Mancy," she said, as she jumped down from the chair for the last time, "you don't want any other pictures, do you? It would interfere with the artistic unities to introduce any other school."
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