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To complete it all, Clara fetched from the cabin an ukulele of boa wood that was the twin to Saxon's, and together they sang "Honolulu Tomboy." Hastings decided to eat dinner he called the midday meal by its old-fashioned name before sailing; and down below Saxon was surprised and delighted by the measure of comfort in so tiny a cabin. There was just room for Billy to stand upright.
Juliet burst into tears, but she had no handkerchief, so Doctor Jack gave her his. "'Tears, idle tears," he quoted lightly. "I say, kid, don't take it so hard." "I I'm not a lady," she sobbed. "You are," he assured her. "You're the finest little lady I know." "Don't don't," she sobbed. "Don't make fun of me. Romie said that you were laughing at me yesterday-because I was a a tomboy!"
"Do you remember her?" asked Mrs Devitt of her husband. "Of course I do, now I come to think of it," he replied. "What was she like?" He paused for a moment or two before replying. "She'd reddy sort of hair and queer eyes. She was a fine little girl, but a fearful tomboy," said Devitt. "Pretty, then!" exclaimed Mrs Devitt, as she glanced apprehensively at her step-daughter. "She was then.
The tall and robust Tomboy took up Mdlle. de Cardoville as if she had been a sleeping child, carried her in her arms, and followed her companion into the chamber through which M. Baleinier had made his exit. This chamber, though perfectly clean, was cold and bare.
Miss Harrison reads her lines well, but she is either a maiden-all-forlorn or a tomboy; insists on reading into the part all sorts of deeper meanings and highly coloured suggestions wholly out of harmony with the pastoral setting. Like most of the professionals, she exaggerates the emotional element and quite fails to do justice to Rosalind's facile wit and really brilliant mental qualities.
This piping miss had been stretching his legs for him. It was Patsy, a madcap protegée of Cynthia Carper, the biggest tomboy that ever climbed a tree or ran a saddle-horse into "kingdom come." She slipped down into the saddle when she saw us, and flung her grapes away into the thicket.
In fact, a small, rosy foot, smooth as a child's, here and there veined with azure, was soon exposed to view, as was also a leg with pink knee and ankle, of as pure and exquisite a form as that of Diana Huntress. "And what hair!" said Tomboy; "so long and soft! She might almost walk upon it. 'Twould be a pity to cut it off, to put ice upon her skull!"
Terry Castle and Joe Hawkes would laugh as they adjusted the weights, and Martie always tried to laugh, too, but she did not think it funny. Martie might have seemed to her world merely a sweet, big, good-natured tomboy, growing into an eager, amusing, ignorant young woman, too fond of sleeping and eating.
Something of her tomboy youth remained in her, and for a few minutes, as she frolicked over the stage, she was a youngster, dancing to her shadow. She had not brought down the house, but a man with heavily fringed eyes, who watched her from the wings, made a note of her name. He was in America for music-hall material for England, and he was shrewd after the manner of his kind.
And doubtless the little girls of this beruffled, befurbelowed tomboy dressed in middy blouses, and bloomers, and aviation caps, and sweaters, and Peter Thompson coats, or their future equivalents will wish they had garments of a totally different kind; and she will be exclaiming, "Children are never satisfied!"
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