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"I wonder what happened to him. Some customer who was smoking must have dropped a match or some hot cigar ashes on him. I must tell the manager about this. I can't sell a damaged toy like that." "No, you can't," agreed Mabel, after she had looked at the poor Calico Clown. "Oh, but I know what we can do!" the girl clerk suddenly exclaimed. "What?" asked Sallie. And "what?" wondered the Clown.
Leavitt's chestnut-tinted hair that she had piled up in slick coils under the bonnet, and a third was runnin' a tape over her skillful. If it had been anybody but Mrs. Sallie Leavitt, I'd have hated to take chances on havin' to write the check when it was all over. "Well, is she coming?" asks Sadie that night. "Search me," says I. "I wouldn't bet a nickel either way." That was Wednesday.
Year after year, they had knelt side by side at God's altar; for many years Sallie had knelt there with him; now he was all alone but he meant to continue the custom for Martha's sake. How the storm did rage, to be sure; but those poor children, those poor little children!
I was becoming slightly snarled with my thread, and I was glad when Sallie and her sweetness seated itself in the best rocker in the softest breeze, which Nell had vacated for her. "Children are the greatest happiness in life and also the greatest responsibility, girls," she said, in her lovely rich voice that always melts me to a solution of sympathy whenever she uses it pensively on me.
"I vow ter Maria, Peleg!" ejaculated Mr. Snubbins. "What's happened to Celia? Ain't she here?" "No. Nor no more ain't Sallie," Mr. Morton said. "Come in. Bring in them young ladies. I'll tell ye about it. Sallie's maw is mighty upsot." "But ain't Celia here?" reiterated Mr. Snubbins, as he and the chums from Tillbury passed into the warm, big kitchen. "No, she ain't, I tell you."
Why, mother has always looked upon Sara as a e -a sort of brigandess, the kind that steals children and holds them for ransom. Of course, old man Gooch was as common as rags utterly impossible, you know but that shouldn't stand against Sara. By the way, her father called her Sallie. Her mother was a very charming woman, they say. We never knew her.
"Sallie," I said firmly, as I handed the limp Kitten down to Aunt Dilsie, as Henrietta took the other one "Puppy" I suppose I will have to call the young animal, from her mother and started on up the walk in the lead of the return expedition, "I am going over to stay in my own home to-night. I know it seems strange, but I must. Please don't worry about me."
True, they might have stopped at some wayside restaurant, but such places were not frequent, and such as there were did not seem very inviting. And Aunt Sallie had certainly put up a most delectable lunch. The girls reached the spot where they had stopped for a rest, much sooner than they had deemed it possible. Perhaps they walked faster than usual.
"But my Teddy bear Sallie Malinda can only make-believe walk!" exclaimed Sue. "She can only make-believe eat honey, too." "Then we'll look for a make-believe honey-tree," said Bunny. "Come on, Sue!" Sue seemed to hold back. "Come on!" cried Bunny again, always ready to start something. "Let's get dressed and go to hunt for the Teddy bear." It was very early, and Mr. and Mrs.
The home consisted of two rooms, neat, cheerful, high up, "the airier and healthier for that," as Sallie decided when she saw them. "I believe everything is in order," said the good-natured-looking old lady, the mistress of the establishment. "My lodgers are all gentlemen who take their meals out, and I shall be glad of some company.
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