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Updated: June 11, 2025


"Well, then I " Florence paused, glancing at Herbert, for she had just been visited by a pleasant idea and had no wish to share it with him. "Is Aunt Julia in the house?" "She were, li'l while ago." "I want to see her about somep'n I ought to see her about," said Florence. "I'll be out in a minute." She ran into the house, and found Julia seated at a slim-legged desk, writing a note.

The yellow jessamine was full of waxy gold buds; and long since those bold frontiersmen of the year, the Judas-trees, had flaunted it in bravest scarlet, and the slim-legged scouts of the pines showed shoulder-straps and cockades of new gay green above gallant brown leggings. One brand new morning the Butterfly Man called me aside and placed in my hands a letter.

And all the time slim-legged girls sit on curb and step and act as nursemaids to the younger fry." "But, my word, what smells!" "Yes, of course, and not very pleasant smells. Down on these streets we can learn what dogs think of us. But every Saturday night on Grand Street there is a market. I bought a tumbler of little nuts from an old woman.

Rorie was a little way behind them, taking care of Lady Mabel, whose slim-legged chestnut went through as many manoeuvres as if he had been doing the manège business in a circus, and got over the ground very slowly. "Nonsense, child! Go back! I should think not! Jack Purdy may do all the work, but people like to see me to the fore.

Yet she was only his social equal, and had grown up next door, while his unsatisfied nature searched the universe for its mate a wild sweetbrier-rose of a child, pink and golden, breathing a daring, fragrant personality. He hearkened back to some recognition of her charm from the day she ran out bareheaded and slim-legged on her father's lawn and turned on the hose for her play.

On the knife-edged skyline appeared the silhouette of slim-legged little Tommies, flirting their rails, sniffing at the dewy grass, dainty, slender, confiding, the open-day antithesis of the tremendous and awesome lord of the darkness that had roared its way to its lair, and to the massive shaggy herald of morning that had thundered down to the west.

She discovered, on a neighbor's porch, and with admirable socialistic tendencies appropriated, a glaring poster, with slim-legged horses balancing themselves in the air, not at all inconveniencing their sunburned riders in varicolored silk shirts. "Look at the horses jump over the moon," she exulted, kissing a scarlet shirt in rapture.

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