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We've all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?" "No," "Can this youngster sing, Helen?" "She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?"
"Now, Harold, you have compelled Sybylla to come here, you must not let the time drag with her," said Miss Beecham. It was the second day after my arrival at Five-Bob. Lunch was over, and we had adjourned to the veranda. Miss Beecham. was busy at her work-table; I was ensconced on a mat on the floor reading a book; Harold was stretched in a squatter's chair some distance away.
I noticed as he entered the door that since I had seen him he had washed, combed his stiff black hair, and divested himself of his hat, spurs, and whip his leggings had perforce to remain, as his nether garment was a pair of closely fitting grey cloth riding-breeches, which clearly defined the shapely contour of his lower limbs. "Harry, this is Sybylla. I'm sure you need no further introduction.
You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If " "I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her." Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound.
Q. Does he ? "Now, Sybylla," said auntie, laughing, "you are taking a suspicious interest in my sunburnt young giant. Did I not tell you he was taking time by the forelock when he brought the apples?" "Oh, auntie, I am only asking questions because " "Yes, because, because, I understand perfectly. Because you are a girl, and all the girls fall a victim to Harry's charms at once.
My mother's voice, sharp and cross, roused me. "Sybylla, you lazy unprincipled girl, to sit scheming there while your poor old mother is at the wash-tub. You sit idling there, and then by and by you'll be groaning about this terrible life in which there's time for nothing but work." How she fussed and bothered over the clothes was a marvel to me.
You say you are sorry, and she won't scold any more. That's what I always do. Do get into bed. You'll be tired in the morning." "What does it matter if I will be. I wish I would be dead. What's the good of a hateful thing like I am being alive. No one wants or cares for me." "I love you, Sybylla, better than all the rest.
Besides, if I ever do want to do any extra fancy cooking, we either can't afford the butter or the currants, or else the eggs are too scarce! Cook, be grannied!" "Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!" "Yes, I once was foolish enough to try and be polite, but I've given it up. My style of talk is quite good enough for my company. What on earth does it matter whether I'm vulgar or not.
"Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it's a different tune in the morning," she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. "When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn't turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil," remarked uncle Jay-Jay.
In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes." "Sybylla, Sybylla," said auntie sadly, as if to herself. In the first flush of girlhood, and so bitter. Why is this?"
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