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To tell you the truth, I am on the way over to Peterkins'. Sally is the right size and will jump at it." Dolly's lips were tight. Her eyes held a light, half of anger, half of an odd sort of doggedness. "Please unhook me!" she said, coldly. "There is no time to lose. Annie is out of her head with trouble." "Well, well, well!" Mrs.
"It is not for us to decide," he answered calmly. "They have taken us into the procession. I suppose they will show us the principal streets, and will then leave us at our station." This, indeed, seemed to be the plan. For two hours more the Peterkins, in their carriage, and Agamemnon and Solomon John, afoot, followed on. Mrs. Peterkin looked out upon rows and rows of cheering people.
Peterkin was bewildered. She thought it a good occasion to study how Mrs. Peterkin should act; but there were three Mrs. Peterkins. She found herself gazing first at one, then at another. Often she was herself called Mrs. Peterkin. At supper-time the bewilderment increased. She was led in by the Earl of Leicester, as principal guest. It was all very confusing.
Tom knew there was some truth in this, and so he went the more willingly; and, sending up his card, stood near the open door, ready to leave the moment Leo came down with the message he had received from Doris. 'I shall be cheek by jowl with these Peterkins, if I don't look out, he thought, as he ascended the stairs to the hall, where Doris stood waiting to show him her mistress' room. 'What!
For you see," Peterkins continued, "Fido and I were having the grandest romp over in the park when a great big man with a funny thing on the end of a stick came running towards us.
"I want you, Maggie, all quite by yourself," said Merry, speaking with such excitement that Molly and Belle looked at her in unbounded amazement. "You can't keep her long," said Peterkins and Jackdaw, "for it is our very last day, and Spot-ear and Fanciful want to say good-bye to her. You can't have the darling more than three minutes at the most."
Two Joans of Arc were talking to Charles I., who had found his head. All things seemed double to Mrs. Peterkin as they floated before her. "Was she eating her own supper or somebody's else? Were they Peterkins, or were they not?" Strains of dance-music sounded from the library. Yes, they were giving a fancy ball! The Peterkins were "At Home" for the last time before leaving for Egypt!
Howard M. Ticknor for the "Young Folks." They were afterwards continued in numbers of the "St. Nicholas." A second edition is now printed, containing a new paper, which has never before been published, "The Peterkins at the Farm."
A number of marshals came to the refreshment-room, looked at them, whispered to each other, as the Peterkins sat in a row. "Can we do anything for you?" asked one at last. "Would you not like to go?" He seemed eager they should leave the room. Mr.
You'd like to share him with me, wouldn't you, Maggie?" "Yes, yes; he is so ugly; he is quite interesting," said Maggie. She flung herself on the ground by the side of the hutch, and gazed in at the occupants as though her only aim in life was to worship rabbits. "You take that leaf of lettuce and give it to Spot-ear your very own self," said Peterkins.
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