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"Sweetie?" "Yes. Disgusting! 'Kid's' bad enough. But I thought you mightn't know any better. I draw the line at the others." "All right," said Ursus rather sulkily, sure that he was being made fun of now. "But when a chap's a girl's friend what is he to call her?" "'You' will do very well, if 'Miss Child' is beyond your vocabulary." "I don't call that bein' friends.
No answer; then a half-choked, "Don't 'ee think don't 'ee think! Your Daddy'll be here directly, my sweetie!" Gyp's eyes, wide open, passed from the firelight and that rocking figure to the little chink of light that was hardly light as yet, coming in at one corner of the curtain. She was remembering.
"Huh!" retorted the latter contemptuously. "You!" Mr. Appleboy went inside the shack and banged the door. Mrs. Appleboy was peeling potatoes in the kitchen-living room. "I can't stand it!" he cried weakly. "He's driving me wild!" "Poor lamb!" soothed Mrs. Appleboy, peeling an interminable rind. "Ain't that just a sweetie? Look! It's most as long as your arm!"
"Have you just come out of a hospital?" "They're all generals' daughters, it seems, but they have all snub noses," interposed a tipsy peasant with a sly smile on his face, wearing a loose coat. "See how jolly they are." "Go along with you!" "I'll go, sweetie!" And he darted down into the saloon below. Raskolnikov moved on. "I say, sir," the girl shouted after him. "What is it?" She hesitated.
"I thought mebbe 'twas Christmis, popsie!" she whispered, catching his fingers. "'T first, I thought mebbe you was Sandy Claus, popsie. Oh, I wish Christmis 'ld hurry up!" A look of pain passed over Dave Patton's face. "Christmas won't be along fer 'most a week yit, sweetie!" he answered, in the soft undertone that took heed of his wife's slumbers.
Cree shook her head. "They come in handy at a picnic as my mother used to say. You got the last good one. Patrick is a sweetie." "As long as you put the pliers back. Jesus." Willow said. There was a great commotion from the attackers as they ran back towards their own goal holding their arms in the air. Mustangs down, one-zip. "Oh, dear." "We will conquer," Cree said. "Martin's going to be upset.
"Go on with Sallie, sweetie," he answered my hesitating. "I don't want the snapped-off fraction of a declaration like you were about to offer me. I can bide my time and get my own." With which he turned and got into his car as I went across the street. Jane, I feel encouraged.
After the call I waited and I had never waited before. The roses were gone and he was not in the rose-world. I called again. The call was sometimes a soft whistle as near a robin sound as I could make it sometimes it was a chirp sometimes it was a quick clear repetition of "Sweet! Sweet! Sweetie" which I fancied he liked best.
There was a certain moment, when the congregation was settling itself to listen to the sermon and there was a general rustling of clothes and clattering of feet, when the sweetie found its way to Marjory's mouth. She would begin by determining to make it last as long as the sermon, but, alas! it would become thinner and thinner, and finally disappear altogether before Mr.
Yet when they wanted to take her into the dining room she still shouted "No!" furiously. Vandeuvres left the bedroom, smiling and without further pressing her, and the moment he was gone she had an access of melting tenderness, threw herself into Daguenet's arms and cried out: "Ah, my sweetie, there's only you in the world. I love you! YES, I love you from the bottom of my heart!
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