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Updated: June 6, 2025
"A few nights ago some friends of mine were discussing the possible methods by which such a man as Tims might make his escape sure. You know that the influences at his command were great, and tremendous efforts were made to spare his family the disgrace of the gallows. The officers of the law were quite determined that he should not escape.
Tims uttering words of commendation, slyly poured some brandy into one of the large teacups before lighting the candles. "Now, my girl," she said, when she had made the tea, "drink this, and you'll feel better." Milly leaned forward, her round chin on her hand, and looked intently at the tea-service and at the proffered cup.
She did not urge the Roman plan; but content with a victory over "nerves and the usual nonsense," withdrew triumphant to the railway station. Tims came in when she was gone and heard about the Roman offer. "You refused, when Aunt Beatrice was going to plank down the dollars? M., you are a fool!"
Tims's sallow, comic little face had neither eyebrows nor eyelashes on it, and her small figure was not of a quality to triumph over the obvious disadvantages of a tight black cloth dress with bright buttons, reminiscent of a page's suit. Milly pushed the candles farther away and looked up. "I was wanting to see you, Tims. Do tell me whether you managed to get out of Miss Walker what Mr.
Ian dared not hint a preference for the animal spirits that Mildred encouraged, with their attendant noise and nonsense, considered by Milly so undesirable. But one day Tims observed, cryptically, that "A watched boy never boils"; and Emma, the nurse, told Mrs.
Indeed, it may be doubted whether a healthy, happy child, unknowing whence its beatitudes spring, does not in its deepest, most vital moment regard all grown-up people as necessary nuisances. No one came so delightfully near being another child as Mildred; but Tims was a capital playfellow too, a broad comedian of the kind appreciated on the nursery boards.
You never have been one for chattering; and lately, of course, with your overwork, you've been particularly quiet. Don't talk, M., that's my advice." "Very well," replied Milly, gloomily. Tims hesitated and went on: "But I don't see how you're going to hide up this business about your memory. I wish you'd let me tell old B., anyhow." "I won't have any one told," cried Milly. "Not a creature.
"How silly I was!" she cried, regarding Tims sparklingly. "Do you know I was not quite sure whether you were a man or a woman. Of course I see now, and I'm so glad. I do like men, you know, so much better than women." "Milly," retorted Tims, sternly, settling her wig. "You are mad, you need not be bad as well. But it's my own fault for giving you that brandy.
She leaned over her patient and began once more the crooning song. "Go to sleep, M.! What you want is a good long sleep. Go to sleep, Milly!" But presently she ceased her song, for it was evident that Milly Flaxman had indeed gone very sound asleep. Tims was proud of the combined style and economy of her dress.
When Tims saw that it was Mildred, she made some of the most dreadful grimaces she had ever made in her life. Making them, she approached Mildred, who seeing there was no escape, turned around and greeted her with a welcoming smile. "Were you were you sitting on that window-seat?" asked Tims, fixing her with eyes that seemed bent on piercing to her very marrow.
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