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Updated: June 25, 2025
He saw his way to remove the burden of new summer clothes for herself and the Lump from Pollyooly's slender resources for several years.
"All that time spent over cooking a few slices of bacon!" she said with the womanly air of one sniffing, when it was transferred from the frying-pan to the dish. Pollyooly's brow puckered in a thoughtful frown; and she said gravely: "But that's the only way to get it right." Mrs. Wilson sniffed outright.
The studio still quivered to the bang, the sigh still trembled on Pollyooly's lip, when the bedroom door opened, and Hilary Vance came forth with an immense scowl on his spacious face and said fiercely: "So the scoundrel's gone, has he?" "Yes. When I told him how big you were, he didn't seem so eager to fight. And he went away," said Pollyooly quickly.
The baron, as was his wont, bent like a bow and held his little charge out at the length of his arms beyond the range of his shins, till his wrath should have abated. Pollyooly's face filled with horror; she came springing lightly down the castle wall; cried: "Don't do that, you naughty little boy!" and caught the prince a resounding slap on the cheek.
Any fear that the Honourable John Ruffin had felt of Mrs. Wilson's objecting to Pollyooly's grilling his bacon passed away when he saw how her heart went out to the two children. Indeed, before tea was over he was driven to say: "I see what it is, Mrs. Wilson: the Lump is going to usurp my place in your regard." "No one could do that, Master John; and well you know it," said Mrs. Wilson firmly.
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