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And now there lies my home nest swung in a bower of blossoms full of the old sweetie birds, the boy, the calf, puppy babies, pester chickens and and I'm going to take a large, gray, prowling night-bird back and tuck him away for fear his cheeks will look hollow in the morning.
Then there come a slack spell that lasted for a couple of weeks, and we didn't get hardly any mail at all, except from some crank out in Illinois that had splurged on a whole ten dollars' worth of shares, and wrote in about every other day wantin' to know when the dividends was goin' to begin comin' his way. I heard Miss Allen talkin' it over with Sweetie.
He wouldn't take the medicine Mother Mayberry fixes for him if she didn't put peppermint in it. He says so. He's porely and have got his head all tied up in a shawl, 'cause prayer meeting day Mis' Tutt sings hymns all the time and music gives him misery in his ears. I want to give her one, too, and I want one for Cindy." "I'll save all in the box for you, sweetie," assented Mrs. Pratt heartily.
"You're a wonder, you are, Sweetie," says I; "but some day your hand is going to joggle, and there'll be a blot on them pages, and then you'll die of heart disease." Miss Allen, the typewriter fairy, was a good deal of a frost. She was one of the kind that would blow her lunch money on havin' her hair done like some actress, and worry through the week on an apple and two pieces of fudge at noon.
The rattling uproar of the train and the swift succession of panoramas now unrolling before his eyes recalled to the memory of Zureda the joys of those other and better times when he had been an engineer joys now largely blotted out by the distance of long-gone years. He remembered Pedro, the Andalusian fireman, and those two engines, "Sweetie" and "Nigger," on which he had worked so long.
Not while I have my strength!" A young man with butter-coloured hair, who had entered from the wings in close attendance on the injured lady, attempted to calm the storm. "Now, sweetie!" "Oh, can it, Reggie!" said Miss Hobson, curtly. Mr. Cracknell obediently canned it. He was not one of your brutal cave-men. He subsided into the recesses of a high collar and began to chew the knob of his stick.
And Uncle Tucker sank into a chair, and Rose Mary could see that he was trembling from the strain. His big eyes were sunk far back into his head and his shoulders stooped more than she had ever seen them. "Sweetie, sweetie, I can tell you what Mr. Newsome was trying to say to you it was about me. I I am going to be his wife, and you and the aunties are never, never going to leave the Briars.
A minute later the ringing hoof beats of his mount were dying in the still night. Laura Mallory swayed, and her father hurried to her with the lamp and put his arm about her. "What's it all about, sweetie?" he asked complainingly. "Nothing, daddy, nothing only I love him."
"Some of the girls in your class have gone to Toronto to learn nursing. Would you care about that?" "I suppose that would do to earn my own living; only John makes me sick when he talks about operations. Look, Sweetie; pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man." "I suppose you wouldn't like to hammer a typewriter in my office? I need a girl, but perhaps Aunt Margaret wouldn't think it was genteel."
"Sweetie" was a different sort, meek, obedient, strong and good-willed on an up-grade, cautious and full of reserve on a down, when the headlong flight of the train had to be checked. Twice a week, each time that Amadeo started on a run, his wife always asked him: "Which machine have you got, to-day?" If it was "Sweetie," she had nothing to worry about. "That's all right," she would say.
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