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Updated: July 22, 2025
"Looks to me like a girl tending three old folks, one rampage of a boy, a mollycuddle of a strange man, and a whole petting spoiled village has got enough on her shoulders without this four-foot, two-foot landslide." "But it's in my heart I carry you all, old Sweetie," answered Rose Mary with a flirt of her long lashes up at Uncle Tucker.
When the pipes on board trailed away with a hiss of wind and a choking, gurgling noise into silence the little dancing girl began to sing in a deep, musical voice the voice of one who has lived out-of-doors in tents "Itta long way Tipple-airy! Long way to go! Long way Tipple-airy! Sweetie girl I know!..." She sang in broken English, and danced to the tune, which she knew perfectly.
"She must come to Sunday-school," he thought, "if she stays in Princess Anne. We will polish her." The mocking-bird, not being satisfied with any lull in the conversation, "pearted up," as he saw Vesta withdraw, and cried, "'Sband! 'Sband! Meee shack! Mee-ee-ee-shack! See me! see me! Gents! gents! gents! genten! Sweet! sweetie! sweetie! Hoo! hoo! See! see! Vesty, she! Ha! ha!"
Everybody had a bag for their books, she said, so Marjory must have one too; and Sunday after Sunday in they went, with a clean handkerchief and, it must be confessed, a sweetie. These sweeties were kept in a bottle in the study, of all places. It was never allowed to get empty, and Marjory often wondered if the doctor took them to church too.
"What's the matter, old Sweetie tired?" she demanded as he came alongside and leaned against the wall near her. His big gray eyes were troubled and there was not the sign of the usual quizzical smile. The forelock hung down in a curl from under the brim of the old gray hat and the lavender muffler swung at loose ends.
Patrick stretched. "I've been thinking," he said. "About what?" "About what to do next." He took a drink of beer. "I've been thinking about maybe spending some time on the west coast. Where did you say you were going to school?" "Woodstock University," she said, laughing. "Oh, Patrick, you are such a sweetie." "Not," Patrick said. "I have news, too," Willow said.
Lois Dunlap offers her a job to organize a Little Theater in Hamilton which the fair Nita would certainly have described as a hick town and which she wouldn't have been found dead in if she could have helped it " and the district attorney grinned at his own witticism, " but Broadway Nita jumps at it. Her racketeer sweetie has a long arm, however, and Nita gets hers.
'The meenister, replied Miss Tod, who for some mysterious reason always guessed the reverend gentleman, who happened to be a customer. 'On the contrary, said Christina. 'Wullie Thomson, said Macgregor, suddenly remembering the borrowed threepence. 'Up dux! Ye deserve a sweetie. She presented the bag, open. 'What sort are they? He laughed and answered 'War Loan Lozengers.
"But tell me, sweetie," she asked, in a barely audible voice, so that the cadet with difficulty made out her words, "tell me one thing more; but the fact of your paying money, these filthy two roubles do you understand? paying them for love, so that I might caress, kiss you, give all my body to you didn't you feel ashamed to pay for that? Never?" "Oh, my God!
After I'd got the envelope stowed away and tied the key around my neck with a string, I goes back to the office. Sweetie and Miss Allen was there, with their hammers goin'. They'd found their blue tickets and their week's pay and was just clearin' out. "I'd been planning to make a change for the last two weeks," says Miss Allen. "I was looking for something like this." "Me too," says Sweetie.
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