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"Goodness, I wonder who's my worst then," retorted Amy, with an unexpected flash of humor. "Oof, that was a bad one, Gracie," Betty laughed, glad of any diversion to keep the vision of those splendid, marching boys in the background as long as possible. Unconsciously the girls were sparring for time.
As he lay stretched out on the grassy bank above the spring he had heard the sound of Timid Hare's steps as she drew near, and looked up to see who it was. "Oof! the stranger," he said, but he did not scowl like the little girls whom the little captive had passed a few minutes before. The next minute he had sprung to his pony's back and gone galloping away.
Zeen!" cried Mite and she pushed him back by his forehead to make him look up. "Zeen! Zeen! It's I: don't you know Mite?" "Oof!" sighed Zeen; and his head dropped down again without his eyes opening. "He's got the fever," said Barbara. "Just feel how his forehead's burning and he's as hot as fire." "Haven't you poulticed him?" asked Stanse. "He wants poultices on his feet: mustard."
"Any way, I love my husband," she proceeded, moaning aloud, and resting her chin in the hollow of her hand the elbow on the table, to which she had returned and where she was seated. "I am sure now." "No doubt," said the servant, unconsciously holding the feather duster as a soldier holds his rifle; "madame has heard about our great discoveries in artillery? They are revo revolutionizing oof!
The warrior did not press the question, as he might easily have done, but he smoked his pipe another minute in dignified silence, while Otto stood trembling and wondering how many more breathe he would be permitted to draw before the savage would leap upon him with upraised knife. "Brudder go with Osage chief he big warrior oof!"
Walter, Lord of Waltham, son of Walter and grandson of Fitz Oof of Normandy; Skipper of Chance Along, son of Skipper Pat and grandson of Skipper Tim the two barons differed only in period and location. In short, Black Dennis Nolan possessed many of the qualities of strong animals, of a feudal baron, and one at least of a modern gentleman.
She leaped up, pealing laughter. I began biting at her ankles ... at the calves of her legs ... "oof! oof! I'm going crazy too!" She squealed, delighted, her mind taken off her troubles ... she struck me on the head with her open hands, to keep me off ... I bowled her over with a swift, upward jump ... I picked her up and carried her off, kissing her.
Then bells were rung again and the voices renewed appeals more urgent, much more irritated. They called and called and called. THUD! went the mud balls. Thud! Thud! Blunk! "OOF!" said Penrod.
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