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Updated: June 13, 2025
"You do your cousin Morton great injustice great injustice, Florence," he answered. "He never forgets to send the turkeys, and as to the rest of your speech, I have only to say that it is very disrespectful and very foolish. The next time I go to New York I will take you to call on your cousins." "And what would I say to them? No thank you, poppa."
"We are always twisting a tail," I said reproachfully, "that does nothing but wag at us." This poppa reluctantly admitted with the usual reference to the Irish vote.
Guess he's havin' a hand at poker down at the store." Sunny was getting uncomfortably hot. Lies came easily enough to him in the ordinary way, but with these poor children it was somehow different. "Poppa don't play poker," defended Vada. "On'y wicked men does." "'Ess," agreed Jamie. "That's so." Sunny felt himself on dangerous ground. He smoked on thoughtfully for some moments.
When she was leaving, she said to me: 'EI'nor Martin, if you find you can't endure it among these Dutch, just you cable, and poppa he'll come along an' fetch you right home, But I'm sure I haven't desired to quit, no, not once. I think it's just fine. But then I've gotten me so many friends I don't ever need to feel lonesome.
Sheila's hat and coat and muff lay on the bed where she had thrown them. She stood, looking at Babe. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleamed, that slight exaggeration of her chin was more pronounced than usual. Babe put her head on one side. "Oh, say, Sheila, why bother about Dickie. Nobody cares about Dickie. He'll get a proper bawlin'-out from Poppa to-morrow.
You might exclaim, 'Why are they always in blue? Have you got that down?" "They were making hay," poppa corrected. "But I suppose the public won't know the difference, any more than you did." Momma leaned forward, clasping her smelling-bottle, and looked out of the window with a smile of exaltation. "The cows," she went on, "the proud-legged Norman cows standing knee-deep in the quiet pools.
Dose small flours ze name forgotten I haf ze breads making, ze cakes making, ze mädschen " "Baking powder!" divined momma. "Bakings powder! In America it is moch eat. So mine uncle Blittens " "Josef Blittens?" exclaimed poppa. "Blittens und Josef also! The name of mine uncle to you is known! He is so rich, mit carriage, piano, large family he is now famous also, hein? My goot uncle!"
Portheris had told me that poppa had written to Arthur I didn't mind him enduring unnumbered pangs of hope deferred, but it was quite another thing that he should undergo the unnecessary martyrdom of imagining that he had been superseded by Dicky Dod. On reflection, I thought it would be safer to start Mr.
I did not hesitate to express the most liberal sentiments. "Since there are to be no marriages in heaven," I said, "what difference can it make, in married life, how people get there?" "The signor and signora think also so?" "Oh, I daresay poppa and momma have got their own opinions," I said, "but that is mine." "You do not think as they!" he exclaimed.
Poppa paused, uncertain for an instant whether to turn his wrath upon his aunt, and that, of course, was my opportunity to plead with my angry parent.
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