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Father and Nan will be wondering what has kept me. Won't you come and see father? I know he wants to talk to you about his book. I am thankful he has something to occupy his mind." When they reached the house, they found Nan up in arms. She scolded Nell for being away so long and leaving her to get supper and wash the dishes. "I don't think it is fair," she pouted.
"When one is conversing should a pause occur in the conversation one may offset any embarrassment by fanning slowly. So!" She plied the fan to and fro as she explained. "And do you need it often, Betty?" he asked slyly. "Now that is mean, Robert. I would not have thought it of thee," pouted Betty. "I shall tell no more secrets anent the use of the fan, sir.
"My dear, I have given in to your every wish, to your most trifling whim; but, as I told you a few days ago, these ever-recurring needless expenses I cannot stand. Sibylla" and his voice grew hoarse "do you know that I am becoming embarrassed?" "I don't care if you are," pouted Sibylla. "I must have the ponies." His heart ached.
I don't vally them, not I; if I did, I know who'd frighten me, and Milly laughed. The old woman stuffed the key in her pocket, and her wrinkled mouth pouted and receded with a grim uneasiness. 'A harmless brat, and kind she is; but wild wild she will be wild.
He explained, and she began to spend the divvy. At Mrs. Leighton's Fulkerson gave Alma all the honor of the success; he told her mother that the girl's design for the cover had sold every number, and Mrs. Leighton believed him. "Well, Ah think Ah maght have some of the glory," Miss Woodburn pouted. "Where am Ah comin' in?" "You're coming in on the cover of the next number," said Fulkerson.
Bingle, moving over so that Melissa could drop the coals into the stove. "Remember you are only a gentleman, Wilberforce." "I'd like to know how I can remember it in a place like this," pouted the boy. "It's all right, Mr. Bingle," said Melissa cheerily, "I don't mind being called a servant. It's better than 'hired girl."
"But do you not see," said Grandma Elsie, "that if every one would refuse to buy them, the cruel business of killing them would soon cease? and that it will go on as long as people continue to buy and wear them?" "I don't care, I want one," pouted Lulu. "Papa, can't I have it?" "No, you cannot," he said with grave displeasure. "I am sorry to see that you can be so heartless.
"But, Jess, do you mean to say that you are going to help him with Winsome?" asked the young man. "Feint a bit!" answered the young woman frankly. "She'll no get him gin I can help it. I saw him first and bid him guid-day afore ever she set her een on him. It's ilka yin for hersel' when it comes to a braw young man," and Jess tossed her gipsy head, and pouted a pair of handsome scarlet lips.
'My child, said Diaz suddenly, 'I'm very hungry. I've never been so hungry. 'You surely didn't forget to have your dinner? I exclaimed. 'Yes, I did, he admitted like a child; 'I've just remembered. 'Diaz! I pouted, and for some strange reason my bliss was intensified, 'you are really terrible! What can I do with you? You will eat before you leave me. I must see to that.
"You aren't angry, are you, Aunt Phoebe?" she coaxed. "You you know you said you wanted me to be par-TIC-ularly nice to Grant!" "Great grief, child! You needn't choke me to death. Of course I'm not angry." But Phoebe's eyes did not brighten. "You look angry," Evadna pouted, and kissed her placatingly. "I've got plenty to be worked up over, without worrying over your love affairs, Vadnie."
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