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She had, it appeared, called on the Plooies to inquire as to their proposed course, and had rather more than hinted that if the head of the house wished to respond to his country's call, Our Square would look after Annie Oombrella. To this he returned only a stubborn and somber silence. The Bonnie Lassie said afterward that he seemed ashamed.
"Well, if you ever need a home, the basement's vacant and there ain't a better basement in Our Square." Annie Oombrella began to cry quietly, and Schepstein went on about his business.
His voice, steady and piercing, overrode the clamor of the crowd. I began to entertain doubts as to his essential cowardice. Annie Oombrella, dumb with misery and terror, only dashed herself the more hopelessly against the barrier of bodies. Even the delight of rail-riding a victim becomes monotonous in time. The many-headed sought further measures of correction and reprobation.
"Not compared with yours." The Bonnie Lassie made a little gesture of despair. "I can't find him. And Annie Oombrella won't tell me where he is. She only cries." "That's bad. You think he he is " "Why don't you say it outright, Dominie? You think he's hiding." "Really!" I expostulated. "You come to me with accusations against the poor fellow and then undertake to make me responsible for them."
Not but what ai'm delaighted to sae ye. Here Hesther, he called to his old humpbacked house-keeper, 'tek the young ledy's oombrella an' spread it oot to dray. Coom, coom in, Miss Tiny, an' set ye doon by the faire an' dray yer faet, an' hev summat warm to kape ye from ketchin' coold. Mr.
As for Annie Oombrella, having some one to look after quite transformed her. She grew plump and chirpy, and bustling as a blithe little sparrow, though perhaps duck would be a happier comparison, for she was dabbling and splashing in water all the day long, making the stairs and porches of her curatorship fairly glisten with cleanliness. Her rates went up to twenty cents an hour.
"Rabble!" she added in precisely the tone which one might expect of a well-bred but particularly deadly snake. The mob wilted to a purposeless and abashed crowd. The crowd disintegrated into individuals. The individuals asked themselves what they were doing there, and, finding no sufficient answer, slunk away. Annie Oombrella pattered along beside him, fumbling his hand and trying not to cry.
All the plumpness which she had taken on in the happy days was gone. She looked wistful and haggard. Where was he? Annie Oombrella shook her head. "Left you, has he?" asked Schepstein, astonished at this evidence of iniquity. "Yes," said Annie Oombrella. But there was a ring in her voice that Schepstein failed to understand. It sounded almost like defiance.
The big man has taken him by the arm and is leading him along. Poor Plooie! He's all wilted down. It's a shame!" cried the Bonnie Lassie, beginning to flame. "It ought not to be allowed." "Probably they're taking him away. Do you see an official-looking automobile anywhere about?" "There's a strange car over on the Avenue. Oh, dear! Poor Annie Oombrella! But but they're not going there.
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