Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
"Why, you you weren't anxious to go to ride with me!" "How do you know? Miss Sniffen got the invitations, not I!" "I gave you one, face to face!" "0-h, up in the pasture!" "Yes. You offered no reason for your refusal." "I couldn't! I supposed that you were engaged to Miss Puddicombe." "And you were afraid she wouldn't like it?" "You are not a good guesser.
At least so far as Jimmie Sniffen was concerned, the words of the war prophet had filled one mind with unrest. In the past Jimmie's idea of a holiday had been to spend it scouting in the woods. In this pleasure he was selfish. He did not want companions who talked, and trampled upon the dead leaves so that they frightened the wild animals and gave the Indians warning. Jimmie liked to pretend.
Why did the Boy Chief turn pale, and clutch at the tent-pole for support? Why, indeed? "Eliza Jane Sniffen," gasped Jenkins, "aged fourteen, red-haired, with a slight tendency to strabismus?" "The same." "Heaven help me! She died by my mandate!" "Traitor!" shrieked Chitterlings, rushing at Jenkins with a drawn poniard. But a figure interposed.
Now Miss Sniffen keeps her locked in all the time! I don't know what she would do if it weren't for Mrs. Albright! She rooms right across the hall, and her key fits the lock; so she goes in every little while. There's a card on her door, saying she's too ill to see visitors." "That is the feeble-minded one, isn't it?" "No!" flashed Polly. "She's not feeble-minded any more than you are!
He said it wasn't quite so good as the smelly sort, but her ankle is a whole lot better. Don't you think she is brave? I don't know what Miss Sniffen would say if she knew about that. We've all kept whist. This is a pretty long letter, but I knew you'd want to hear about Miss Nita's ankle. You will let Miss Lily in, won't you? Yours with hope, POLLY MAY DUDLEY.
We are not doing any harm, Miss Sniffen." "I infer that it makes them stronger to pull their hair down." The tone was smoothly sarcastic. "Oh, that!" returned Polly, with a tiny smile; "I've been telling them how to massage the scalp, so as to make their hair grow." "Very necessary, indeed! And I suppose their hair grows faster if they stretch themselves out upon the bed and the floor!
It must be dreadful to have your eyes give out so you have to go to the poorhouse. Miss Sniffen made a terrible fuss because you stayed at the picnic with us or because we stayed with you. Anyway, she scolded Miss Nita like everything. I'm afraid we can't ever have a picnic again. She began on me when I went to report our arrival she happened to be at the desk.
They sped along Edgewood Avenue, and the car stopped in the shadow of a great maple. Miss Sterling threw off her borrowed wrap. He stepped to the ground and put out his arms. What could she do but walk into them! "I will go in with you," he said, as he set her gently down. Her face was still aflame with his kisses when they entered the big door together. Miss Sniffen met them in the hall.
At least so far as Jimmie Sniffen was concerned, the words of the war prophet had filled one mind with unrest. In the past Jimmie's idea of a holiday had been to spend it scouting in the woods. In this pleasure he was selfish. He did not want companions who talked, and trampled upon the dead leaves so that they frightened the wild animals and gave the Indians warning. Jimmie liked to pretend.
Her father was president of the Workingmen's Savings Bank, and it was perfectly understood that in the course of time the entire deposits would be his. But, like a vain fool, I wished to anticipate the future, and in a wild moment persuaded Miss Sniffen to elope with me; and, with the entire cash assets of the bank, we fled together." He paused, overcome with emotion.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking