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I can't begin to tell ye how that plant took on. Seem 's if she'd die, or go ravin' crazy. It's only folks that has lost jest what they set most by on airth that can understand about it, I s'pose. She wouldn't b'leeve it fust off; she 'most knowed she'd wake up and feel her little berry a-holdin' close to her, hangin' on her, snugglin' up to her under the shady leaves.
By Gad, a fellow who's rich in London may have the pick of any gal not here not in this sort of thing; I mean in society, you know," says Barnes confidentially, "I've seen the old dowagers crowdin round that fellow, and the girls snugglin up to his india-rubber face.
An' remember, God loves the Irish Kwaque! Go fetch 'm two bottle beer fella stop 'm along icey-chestis! Why, the very mug of you, my lad, sticks out Irish all over it." 'Tis well I'm wise to your insidyous, snugglin', heart-stealin' ways. I'll have ye know my heart's impervious. 'Tis soaked too long this many a day in beer. I stole you to sell you, not to be lovin' you.
"Yon got to be," says I, "to deal in fake antiques. His mistake was in tacklin' something genuine"; and I nods towards a picture of Auntie. "I don't see how I can ever tell her," says Vee. "It would be a shame," says I. "Them late romances come so sudden. Why not just let her press it and put it away? Clyde will never come back." "Just think, Torchy," says Vee, sort of snugglin' up.
"Why it's only Torchy, from Papa's office," says Marjorie. "And oh, Mildred! He is the very one to help us! You will now, won't you, Torchy? Come, that's a dear!" "Please do, Torchy!" says Mildred, snugglin' up on the other side and pattin' my red hair soothin'. "Ah, say, reverse English on the tootsy business!" says I. "This ain't any heart-throb matinee. G'wan!"
"Do I have to pick either one?" says I. "I hope not; for, between you and me, Sadie, I'm satisfied as it stands." "Goose!" says she, snugglin' up forgivin'. "And would you guess it? they say she's twenty-six! I wonder why she isn't married?" "There you go!" says I. "I could see it comin'." "But she is such an attractive girl," goes on Sadie, "so well poised, graceful, dignified, all that!
The momentary smile on the woman's sensitive face faded into a look of pain. She tried to make a good-natured reply, but her lips refused to move. The man pressed on eagerly: "O Nancy, why can't ye be happy here? We've a snug little cabin nest, we've enough to eat and enough to wear. The baby's laughin' at yer heels all day and snugglin' in her little bed at night.
If you didn't have any folks, Tim Chandler, an' couldn't get 'round same as other fellers do, don't you reckon his snugglin' up like this would make you love him?" "He ain't really yours," Tim said after a brief pause, whereat the lame boy cried fiercely: "What's the reason he ain't? Didn't I find him 'most froze to death more'n a year ago, an' haven't I kept him in good shape ever since?
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