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Anyhow this raft is going to be crooked." And it was very crooked and "wobboly," as Janet called it, when Teddy had shoved it into the water and, taking off his shoes and stockings, got on it. "Come on, Jan!" he cried, "I'm going to have a ride." "No, it's too tippy," Janet answered. "Oh, it can't tip over," said Teddy. "That's what a raft is for not to tip over.
We seemed to be sailin' along on a level now, about housetop high, and so far as I could see we was as steady as if we'd been on a front veranda. There's no sway or rock to the machine at all. I'd been holdin' myself as rigid as if I'd been in a tippy canoe; but now I took a chance on shiftin' my position a little. I even leaned over the side. Nothing happened.
"Bunny and Susan, what do you say? I am so old and deaf to-day." Then Snubby Nose cried into his right ear, and Tippy Toes cried into his left ear, but Grandpa Grumbles only said, "I can't hear, my deafness grows; Ask the umbrella, for it knows." Then the Cotton-Tails asked the umbrella what had become of Bushy-Tail and the umbrella said,
Tippy Tilly is as near as he can get to Egyptian Artillery. He has served in the Egyptian Artillery under Bimbashi Mortimer. He was taken prisoner when Hicks Pasha was destroyed, and had to turn Dervish to save his skin. How's that?" The Colonel said a few words of Arabic and received a reply, but two of the Arabs closed up, and the negro quickened his pace and left them.
Tippy was well enough to be up next day, so Richard went alone to Fishburn Court, and Georgina trudged along the sandy road with Belle to the weather-beaten cottage on the edge of the cranberry bog. Belle told her more about the old man as they walked along. "Seems as if he just lives on that memory.
"Where were you so long, goodness knows, Here are your skates. Come Snubby Nose." He kissed Snubby Nose on both cheeks. The Seventeen Little Bears sat on the bank trying to fasten their skates. Their little paws got colder and colder every minute. Snubby Nose helped them fasten their skates and Tippy Toes helped them too. Then they put on their own skates and went skating away, and away, and away.
Then there was a murmur as if she were reading it aloud to Tippy and then an excited whirlwind of a Barby flying down the stairs, her eyes like happy stars, her arms outstretched to gather Georgina into them, and her voice half laugh, half sob, singing: "Oh, he's coming home to me Baby mine!"
"Oh, but Miss Dorothy, I could never write like that," exclaimed Marian in an awe-stricken tone. "Perhaps not just like that, but you can tell him about yourself and about the people you know, Mrs. Hunt, for instance, and your schoolmates, and Tippy and Dippy." "And you?" "Yes, and me, if you like." "Oh, very well, I will try again. I didn't know we ought to write letters like that."
Barbara turned from her conversation with Uncle Darcy to say: "Very well, if you can get it yourself. But be careful not to disturb the pans that haven't been skimmed. Tippy wouldn't like it." "I know what to get it out of," called Georgina, "out of the blue pitcher." Richard watched while she opened the refrigerator door and poured some milk into a saucer.
"And 'oo might you be and what?" he questioned, beckoning me nearer with a motion of the kettle. "One who has lost his way " "In silver buttons an' a jerry 'at hum! You're a young nob, you are, a swell, a tippy, a go that's what you are! Wherefore and therefore I ask what you might be a-doing in this here wood at midnight's lone hour?" "I am lost "
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