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Updated: June 11, 2025
Next morning a poem about Marvellous Marcia came out in his newspaper, and within two days I had three vaudeville offers and a chance at the Midnight Frolic. I wrote Wendell a thank-you letter, and he printed it in his column said that the style was like Carlyle's, only more rugged and that I ought to quit dancing and do North American literature.
"I made up a lot of extra good fudge this afternoon and we want someone to help us eat it before the fire while we tell stories. Perhaps Captain Jim will drop in, too. This is his night." "No. Captain Jim is over home," said Leslie. "He he made me come here," she added, half defiantly. "I'll say a thank-you to him for that when I see him," said Anne, pulling easy chairs before the fire.
And when, in leaving him, Burns once more laid an exploring touch upon his wrist, the two thin hands suddenly clutched the strong one and bore it weakly to lips which kissed it fervently. "Well, that's rather an eloquent thank-you, eh?" murmured Burns, as he patted the hands in reply. "No doubt but he's grateful. Put the fiddle where he can see it in the morning, will you, honey?
It was covered with fine small handwriting, and before he could make any attempt to read it, a man sprang up from behind one of the rocky boulders close by, and hurried forward, raising his cap as he came. "That's mine!" he said, quickly, with a pleasant smile "It's a loose page from my notebook. Thank-you so much for saving it!"
She forced a tortured smile to her lips, and asked, "What are we playing?" "Oh, didn't you know that?" said Julia. "Progressive whist." "Thank-you," said Sylvia. "When do we begin?" And she looked about anywhere but at Frank Shirley, with his face grown so old in four years. No one said anything, no one made a move. Was everybody in the room conspiring to break her down?
I may as well mention here, too, that the best meals I had since leaving home were in the Y. M. C. A. building in the Esbekiah Gardens in Cairo, so here's a thank-you to those ladies and the management. I know more about the desert in Egypt than any other part of it, for it was on the desert we trained.
I had torn up my roots, as it were, I felt detached and free; and if both these prosperous looking farms had been my property I believe, that moment a "Thank-you" would have bought them from me if parting from them had been the price of the liberty to proceed.
They idolised this pretty Miss Humfray: whatsoever she said was clearly right. Here, however, was a dangerous conflict of opinion. They hung back. "Quickly," Mary repeated. "Kiss him, and say thank-you quickly, or there will be no story when you are in bed." It was a terrific price to pay; their troubled faces mirrored the conflict of decision. David found solution.
Coaxings had availed nothing. Juanita Sterling scowled a perfunctory thank-you to Mrs. Nobbs, who handed her a long box. She had come to hate those long boxes. "I wish he'd keep his old flowers in his greenhouse!" she muttered disdainfully after the door was well shut. She gazed on the box with a sigh. Nevertheless, she untied it with hurrying fingers.
"Thank-you," said the mother-snail; "but our boy shall not go to live in an ant-hill. If you know of nothing better, we will give the commission to the white gnats; they fly about in rain and sunshine; they know the burdock wood from one end to the other."
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