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Donovan himself put the flowers upon the first, Ralph and Dolly talking softly together about "little Auntie Dot," then running off hand in hand to make the "captain's glave plitty," as Dolly expressed it. Erica, following them, glanced at the plain white headstone and read the name: "John Frewin, sometimes captain of the 'Metora."
Sprudell snatched eagerly at it and retired under the covers, where a loud scrunching told of his efforts to masticate the frozen tidbit. "Can you eat a little somethin', Toy? Is your rheumatiz a-hurtin' pretty bad?" "Hiyu lumatiz," a faint voice answered, "plitty bad."
"Why do you allow them, strangers, coming here to-night!" Ah-Fang-Fu continued complacently to arrange the cards. "S'pose hab gotchee pidgin allee samee Chunda Lal hab got? Fo-Hi no catchee buy bled and cheese for Ah-Fang-Fu. He" nodding casually in the direction of Bill Bean "plitty soon all blissful." "Be very careful, Ah-Fang-Fu," said Chunda Lal tensely. He lowered his voice.
Ayah escaped chastisement that evening, for, arrayed in a white nighty, "plitty little Fay" sat good as gold on Jan's knee, absorbed in the interest of "This little pig went to market," told on her own toes.
Fay carefully rubbed it the wrong way with a tentative woolly-gloved finger. "Plitty, high hat," she cooed. "Can plitty little Fay have it to keep?" But the gentleman's admiration did not carry him as far as this.
Donovan took Dolly upon his knee. "Do you remember, Dolly, when you were lost on the beach once?" "Yes," said Dolly, promptly, "I clied." "Who found you?" "Farver," said Dolly. "Who brought you to father?" Dolly searched her memory. "An old gentleman gave Dolly sweets!" "My father," said Erica, smiling. "And who helped you up the beach?" asked Gladys. "A plitty lady did," said Dolly.
Today they were out to have a look at the new city hall. On a sand lot opposite several hundred men had gathered, pressing round a figure mounted on a barrel. The orator gesticulated violently. Now and then there were cheers. A brandishing of fists and canes. Po Lun halted in sudden alarm. "Plitty soon they get excited. They don't like Chinese. I think maybe best we go back."
Plitty young missy wanchee jade-stone." "Did she say she wanted it?" demanded Percival, with sudden interest. The boy grinned. "Oh, yes. Wanchee heap! No have got fifty dollar'. Master have got. Wanchee buy?" Percival tossed him the money and lay the pendant on the table. Then he resumed his pacing and his disturbed meditations.
Dark and narrow streets; fat, round paper lanterns here and there above dim doorways; silent forms, soft-shuffling, warily alert. "Wait one minee," said Po Lun. "I find 'em door." Following the Chinaman were Captain Lees, with his half a dozen "plain clothes men," Benito, Robert and the mail inspector. Presently Po spoke again. "Me go ahead. Plitty soon you come.
His oblique, black eyes softened with affectionate pride. "Plitty fine kid, Bill, hiyu wawa." "For the little Sun Loon," repeated Uncle Bill gravely. "And hang on as long as you can." Then he shook hands with Toy and divided the matches. The old Chinaman turned his face to the wall of the tent and lay quite still as the two went out and tied the flap securely behind them.
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