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Updated: July 22, 2025
Now and then Macgregor chuckled with moderate heartiness. 'Enjoyin' yersel'? she said in a chocolate whisper, close to his ear. 'So, so. 'Ye're like me. I prefer the serious picturs. Real life an' true love for me! Ha'e a sweetie? Oh, ye're smokin'. As I was sayin', ye're a queer lad, Macgreegor. She leaned against his arm.
Alexander is one of a brood, or perhaps I should say three broods, of children which wander among the barrels and boxes and hams and winceys seeking what they may devour, a handful of sugar, a prune, or a sweetie.
"If you don't tell me this moment what has happened," she pursued to her sister, "I'll drive straight round there and make THEM." "HAVE they insulted you, sweetie?" asked the old man, bending over his child, who simply leaned on him with her hidden face and no sound of tears. Francie raised her head, turning round to their companion.
"Wait, sweetie, I'd better sit with you for a while." She walked around the table, forced Boris to sit on a chair, and herself got up on his knees. Twining his neck with her arm, she pressed her lips to his mouth, so long and so vigorously that the student caught his breath. Right up close to his eyes he saw the eyes of the woman strangely large, dark, luminous, indistinct and unmoving.
And" his face softened suddenly, "an' yer wouldn't understand, anyhow! Yer only a girl a little kid! What's it matter how I gets th' roll long as I'm willin' ter spend it on m' sweetie? What's it matter?" He made a movement as if to take her into his arms "What's it matter?" he questioned again. Like a flash Rose-Marie was upon her feet. With a swing of her body she had evaded his arms.
The moment she saw her father looking at her she started to climb out of the bunk; but Dave was instantly at her side, kissing her and tucking her down again into the blankets. "You mustn't git out o' bed, sweetie," he whispered, "till the house gits warmed up a bit. An' don't wake mother yet." The child's eyes danced with eagerness, but she restrained her voice as she replied.
The warm air blew about Zureda, laden with sweet country smells. Under his feet the engineer felt the shuddering of "Sweetie," tame, laborious, neither bucking nor snorting; and at such times, both proud and caressing as if he loved her, he would murmur: "Get along with you, my pretty lamb!"
"No; I don't mean that," the boy answered, still with the same apparent desire to probe the situation to the very bottom. "But why should you speak to me, and not to him?" She suspected him of fishing for a sweetie, and, out of sheer contrariety, she flung him a bit of crust. "Because I am used to you, I suppose. One gets so, after eight or nine years of growing up together."
All now crowded about her urging her to accept some of their goodies, and, joining heartily in the spirit of good-comradeship, she took a sweetie from first one box and then another. Possibly another person, with a stricter regard for Mrs.
I've the sweetest little Boston bull bitch at home. She won a silver flask for me last year." She was examining Clarence with the eye of a practised dogwoman. "Do you know anything about Airedales?" Tom didn't. "I suspect his tail is wrong," she said. "Now run along, sweetie," she called to Clarence; "momma can't have a baby with wrong tail."
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