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In vain Kettle pleaded "fo' Gord " always a forerunner of a tarradiddle that he "didn't have no notion on the blessed yearth as Miss Betty would mind," and also wept copiously when Mrs. Fortescue frankly told him that he was a tarradiddler, and made, for the hundredth time, a very awful threat to Kettle.
He would have the coach drawn up to the house before sunrise and would keep it as long as I liked." He asked me in, but I went on to the little railway town, repeated my tarradiddle at its "hotel," and soon was asleep. Castanado, "tha'z may be a species of paternoster, I suppose, eh?" "No," said Scipion, "I think tha'z juz' a fashion of speech that he took a drink. I do that myself, going to bed."
Had he, or you, said a word about his parliamentary duties? Not a word! O Lady Lufton! have you not now written a tarradiddle to your friend? In these days we are becoming very strict about truth with our children; terribly strict occasionally, when we consider the natural weakness of the moral courage at the ages of ten, twelve, and fourteen.
And now the godfather question had to be decided, 'No, he said to his wife, 'I don't care about such things. I won't do it. You write and tell her that I have prejudices, or scruples, or whatever you choose to call it. 'There is to be a little tarradiddle told, and I am to tell it? 'I have prejudices and scruples.
He won't go as it is: but if I tell him I'm to be there, I think he will." "What did you tell him?" "Well; I told him a tarradiddle of course. I made him understand that I could be there if I pleased, and he thinks that I mean to be there if he goes." "But I'm sure the Duchess won't have me again." "She might let me come." "And what am I to do?"
He says that all I have said about his being serious is a tarradiddle; but that nothing can be more true than what I have said about your friends loving you, and wishing to have you here again. If you were here we might talk him over yet about the chapel. To which, in the Vicar's handwriting, was added the word, "Never!"
Standing with her hands behind her, her long braids of hair dangling half-way down her short skirt as she threw back her head to gaze up, she looked incredibly modern and American. "There were no tourists' agencies in those days," she remarked, regretfully, "so I suppose Shakspere had to trust to hearsay, and somebody must have told him a big tarradiddle.
"It's worse than I thought," she remarked. "It's not even a tarradiddle." "What do you mean?" asked Briar. "The lie you told the lie I am to help you to hide. It's black as ink, and God is very angry with little girls who tell lies. He scarcely can forgive lies. I was talking to nurse, and she explained." "You don't mean to say that you told her about Pauline?"
It isn't a lie out and out; it's the truth concealed, I call it. Sometimes it is a mere exaggeration. You say a person is very, very cross when maybe that person is hardly cross at all. I can't quite explain, miss; I suppose there's scarcely any one who hasn't been guilty of a tarradiddle; but a lie a thought-out lie never." "Is a lie so very awful?" asked Patty. "Awful!" repeated nurse.
Lady Lufton's tarradiddle was of a nature that is usually considered excusable at least with grown people; but, nevertheless, she would have been nearer to perfection could she have confined herself to the truth.
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