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Little Bessie, with clean apron, and flaxen hair nicely tied up with ribbons, was rather shy of the stranger. "She'th dirty," lisped she, pointing to her feet. "Well, s'pose she is?" retorted William. "I guess you'd be dirty, too, if you'd been running about in the mud, without any shoes. But she's pretty. She's like my black kitten, only she a'n't got a white nose."

"Cuth the old cats! they'll have each other'th eyeth out," here cried my lord marquis, interposing his little tipsy person between them. He had scrambled down the box after me, and was listening with an air of profound wisdom that made me feel fit to die laughing. "Don't you mind her, old lady," he went on, addressing Tanty; "Mith Molly ith quite able to take care of herself damme if she'th not."

She's going to marry him as thoon as he's thaved enough to buy the furniture, and then she'll thettle down in Harlem thomewhere and cook and mind the baby and regularly be one of the lower middle classes. All that's wrong with Mae ith that she's read Gingery Stories and thinkth that's the way a girl has to act when she'th in the chorus." "That's funny," said Jill. "I should never have thought it.

"Purty well," piped the boy with a prolongation of the last words into a kind of chirp. "She'th been thick, though," he added. "Been sick? How long?" "Oh, a long time. But she ain't thick abed; she'th awuul poor, though. Gran'pa thayth she'th poor ath a rake." "Oh, he does, eh?" "Yeth, thir. Uncle Ed he jawth her, then she crieth." Will's anger and remorse broke out in a groaning curse. "O my God!

Farquhar: 'Now, to my mind, you have only to look at that woman to thee what she ith throwing her eyth about when she comth into church, and drething in a way to attract attention. I should thay, she'th tired of her brother Bridmain, and looking out for another brother with a thtronger family likeneth.

A few feet from her Miss Elting appeared, threw herself over on her back and lay gasping for breath. "She'th got her!" screamed Tommy. "Harriet ith dead!" Gazing out over the pond she saw Jane swimming swiftly toward shore, dragging the apparently lifeless body of Harriet Burrell. Miss Elting and Hazel were closing up on Jane rapidly.