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The dining-room was very warm, and there came a smell of lardy things from the kitchen. Those supping were doing so languidly. "I'm dying for something cool, and green, and fresh," remarked Emma to the girl who filled her glass with iced water; "something springish and tempting." "Well," sing-songed she of the ruffled, starched skirt, "we have ham'n-aigs, mutton chops, cold veal, cold roast "
Phœbe smiled as she thought how the poems had been sing-songed until Miss Lee taught the children to bring out the meaning of the words. "Oh, my," she laughed one day as she and David were speaking of school happenings, "do you remember how John Schneider used to say Memory Gems?
"I'm the sheriff of this county, an' I've a warrant for your arrest for murderin' Maudlin Bates," he sing-songed. Jinnie sprang forward. "Lafe didn't shoot 'im," she cried desperately. The man eyed her critically. "Did you do it, kid?" he asked, smiling. "No, I wasn't here!" answered Jinnie, short-breathed. "Then how'd you know he didn't do it?" For a moment Jinnie was nonplussed.
"Everything," she sing-songed, joyously, to herself, "will come right, now. Everything will come right!" It was strange how she suddenly loved all of the people, the almost mongrel races of people, who thronged the streets! She smiled brightly at a mother, pushing a baby-buggy she thrust a coin into the withered hand of an old beggar.
"Aren't you trying for a record or something? This is twice you've called on me this month." "Mary, I'm in trouble." "Is the poor 'ittle boy in trouble and come to Auntie Mary to tell her all about it?" she sing-songed, making a little moue, as though she was talking to her pet cat. "Cut it, Mary!" I said. "I'm really in trouble." "What is it, Bupps?" "Helen ran off with Frank Woods to-day."
"I guess I don't want cats for doll-babies any more," Dot said, with gravity, examining a scratch on her plump wrist, after supper that evening. "They don't seem able to learn the business not good." Agnes laughed, and sing-songed: "Cats delight To scratch and bite, For 'tis their nature to; But pretty dolls With curly polls, Have something else to do."
He told me that he didn't care for it particularly himself, but it was the only one he could find. You can't guess, but you are permitted to try." And he gasped when she threw back her head and burst into her gurgling, throaty laugh. "'What is home without a father?" she sing-songed. And when they were both sober-faced again she added: "I want to know him, please! Can't I meet him, Mr. O'Mara?"
The day he got up and said, 'Have-you-heard-the-waters-singing-little-May where-the-willows-green-are-bending-over-the-way do-you-know-how-low- and-sweet-are-the-words-the-waves-repeat to-the-pebbles-at-their-feet night-and-day?" David laughed at the girl's droll imitation, the way she sing-songed the verse in the exact manner prevalent in many rural schools.
"I know a riddle you could make up about a crab," said Rose, who had come to the kitchen to watch Cousin Ruth clean the shellfish. "What is it?" Laddie demanded instantly. "What color is a crab when it can't pinch?" sing-songed Rose. "And the answer is it's red when it can't pinch." "Yes, that is a pretty good riddle," said Laddie, as, with his head on one side, he thought it over.
"Don't break up the furniture," his sister advised him, as she took a peep at the pies in the oven. "'Pies and poetry'!" exclaimed Jess. "Go ahead, Bobby. Relieve your constitution of those sad, sad doggerels." Nothing loath, the younger girl, and with twinkling eyes, sing-songed the following: "'There was a young sailor of Gloucester, Who had a sweetheart, but he loucest'er.
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