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"Minnie, ha' a sweetie ain o' Davie's sweeties!" and he held it out anxiously in his warm plump palm, thinking it a certain cure for any ill. "Eat it for mither," she said, smiling tenderly; and then: "Davie, ma heart, I'm leavin' ye." The boy ceased sucking the sweet, and looked at her, the corners of his mouth drooping pitifully. "Ye're no gaein' awa', mither?" he asked, his face all working.
"But I'd rather not, please," said Daisy, "I'm not very hungry for sweeties to-day on account of my cold, and I think, on the whole, you had better keep them, Mr. Dove. Indeed, I don't know how to earn them Primrose and Jasmine say I'm too young to earn." Here Dove drew himself up to his full height, and stared hard at the child. "There's one way of arning," he said, "and one only.
I thought more of my riches, and how to dispense them, than of school and tasks; and as my cousin would only put one parcel into my little satchel I stuffed another quite a little one, sent me by rich mistress Grosz, with a better kind of sweeties into the wallet which hung from my girdle.
But, on the other hand, surely no one could ever give sweeties to a girl if they thought she had let herself be kissed. "You're just too kind, Mr. James," she said mournfully. "Take out a stick and give me one. What for did I have false teeth put in at great expense if it was not that I might eat rock with my Nelly? I'll take a bit of the peppermint.
"She's been in to see Adam Frost's children an' she gave Baby Hippolyta a bag o' sweeties," said Bainton. "An' she's called at the schoolhouse, but Miss Eden, she worn't in an' Susie Prescott saw her, an' Susie was that struck that she 'adn't a wurrd to say, so she tells us, an' Miss Vancourt she went to old Josey Letherbarrow's straight away an' there she stayed iver so long.
Davidson keeps a slender stock of shop-worn articles, pins, needles, threads, sealing-wax, pencils, and sweeties for the children, all disposed attractively upon a single shelf behind the window. Across the passage, close to the other window, sits day after day an old woman of eight-six summers who has lost her kinship with the present and gone back to dwell for ever in the past.
Women don't mind bad preaching; they have a general taste for sermons, and, like children with sweeties, will swallow bad ones if they cannot get good. "We have a natural turn for religion," as A.F. said of me; but men, I think, get a not unnatural turn against it when they hear it ill advocated....
"And as it is to be for sweeties let us have a nice sweet story of Nanahboozhoo this time." "A sweet story you want? Well, before I begin let us fix up the fire and all get comfortably seated around it." Then, as they usually did, the two white children cuddled as close to the inimitable story-teller as they could.
And if you said your "wull" was tobacco, she would answer, "Ou, sir, I dinna sell ocht now but the tape and sweeties." And then you went away, sadly. With the exception of the dirty man's shop and the drunken man's shop, that kind of shop was the Barbie kind of shop. But Wilson changed all that.
'I prefer no to wait where I'm no welcome, she said in a deeply offended tone, and made to rise. He caught her plump arm. 'Wha said ye wasna welcome? Eat yer sweeties an' dinna talk nonsense. If ye want to see the rest o' the picturs, I'm on. I've naething else to dae the nicht. After a slight pause. 'Dae ye want me to bide Macgreegor? 'I'm asking ye. She sighed. 'Ye're a queer lad.
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