Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
"Juliet made suits out of potato sacks very plain suits and we put 'em on to repent in." "We went and stood in the ashes," put in Juliet, "while they were so hot that they hurt our feet, and Romie raised his right hand and said 'I repent' and then I did the same." "And after the ashes got cold, we sat down in 'em and rubbed 'em into the sackcloth and our hair and all over our faces and hands."
"Can you skate?" inquired Romeo. "No," smiled Isabel. "Juliet can. She can skate as far as I can, and almost as fast." "Romie taught me," observed Juliet, with becoming modesty. "Do you play hockey? No, of course you don't, if you don't skate," he went on, answering his own question. "Can you swim?" "No," responded Isabel, sweetly. "Jule's a fine swimmer.
"Oh, Romie," cried Juliet, with a shudder, "we don't have to go and tell 'em, do we? We don't have to take strangers into our consciences, do we?" "Certainly," replied Romeo, sternly. "Just because we don't want to do it is why we've got to. We've got to do hard things when we make a sacrifice. Lots of people think they're charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don't want.
The attic had been made into a gymnasium, where they exercised and hardened their muscles when the weather kept them indoors. A trapeze had been recently put up, and Juliet was learning to swing by her feet. She lifted her face up to his and received a brotherly peck on the lips. "Good-night, Jule." "Good-night, Romie. Pleasant dreams."
When he reached home, panting and breathless, having discovered that it was almost midnight, a drooping little figure in a torn kimona opened the door and fell, weeping into his arms. "Oh, Romie! Romie!" cried Juliet, hysterically. "Where have you been?" "There," he said, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "Don't take on so, Jule. You were asleep, so I went out for a walk.
"Yes," her brother agreed, with a wistful expression on his face, "and to-night we can have something to eat." The twins never lingered long after the object of a visit was accomplished, so they rose almost immediately to take their departure. "Cards, Romie," Juliet suggested, in an audible whisper. Romeo took a black bordered envelope from an inner pocket and gravely extended a card to each.
"There's plenty to see," she went on, with a winning smile. "I like dogs myself but we fought once because I thought we had too many. We've named 'em all out of an old book we found in the attic. There's Achilles, and Hector, and Persephone, and Minerva, and Circe and Juno, and Priam, and Eurydice, and goodness knows how many more. Romie knows all their names, but I don't."
Oh, Romie," she continued, jumping up and down in excitement, "let's have it bright yellow and call it 'The Yellow Peril'!" Her twin offered her a friendly hand. "Jule," he said solemnly, "you're a genius!" "We'll have brown leather inside, and get brown clothes to match. Brown hats with yellow bands on 'em won't it be perfectly scrumptious?" "Scrumptious is no word for it.
What do you think of her, Romie?" "Oh, I don't know," he replied carelessly. "Say, how did she have her hair done up?" "She had rats in it, and it was curled on a hot iron." "Rats? What in thunder is or are that, or they?" "Little wads of false hair made into cushiony rolls." "Did she tell you?" "No," laughed Juliet. "Don't you suppose I can see a rat?" "I thought rats had to be smelled."
I think I'll go out and get that one and take the whole bunch of you out for a cure." Juliet was listening attentively, with her blue eyes wide open and her scarlet lips parted. Doctor Jack was subtly conscious of a new sensation. "I see," she said. "Romie made me hold snakes by their tails until I wasn't afraid of 'em, and made me kill mice and even rats.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking