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And Tootles, breathing hard and shaking, stood on the edge of the stoop, and with tears streaming down her face, watched the car become a speck and disappear. The sun had gone down, and the last of its lingering glory had died before the yawl managed to cajole her way back to her mooring. Dinner was ready by the time the hungry threesome, laughing and talking, arrived at the cottage.
"Tell me what you mean," said Martin. "Shall I? All right, I will." She stood up with her hands on her hips. "If you'd played the usual game with little Tootles and dropped her cold, I wouldn't let you get out of this room without coming up to scratch. I'd make you cough up a good-sized check. There's such a thing as playing the game even by us strap-hangers, you know.
'That, said Slightly, 'is what I was thinking. 'But if she lies there, Tootles said, 'she will die. 'Ay, she will die, Slightly admitted, 'but there is no way out. 'Yes, there is, cried Peter. 'Let us build a little house round her. They were all delighted. 'Quick, he ordered them, 'bring me each of you the best of what we have. Gut our house. Be sharp.
Panic-stricken at the thought of losing Wendy the lost boys had advanced upon her threateningly. "It will be worse than before she came," they cried. "We shan't let her go." "Let's keep her prisoner." "Ay, chain her up." In her extremity an instinct told her to which of them to turn. "Tootles," she cried, "I appeal to you." Was it not strange? She appealed to Tootles, quite the silliest one.
The Chow's mother had evidently lost her heart to a bulldog. "Excuse the look of this back attic," she added. "I've got to move, and I'm in the middle of packing." "Of course," said Martin, eager to know why he had been sent for. "It's about Tootles, you said." "Very much so." She sat on the edge of the table, crossed her arms, and deliberately looked Martin over with expert eyes.
Very clearly and distinctly Tootles spoke. "Mr. Gray does live here. I'm Mrs. Gray. Will you leave a message?" Harry wheeled round. He felt that the bullet which had gone through his back had lodged in Joan's heart. He opened his mouth to speak but no word came. And Tootles spoke again, even more clearly and distinctly. She intended that her voice should travel.
You must take Tootles to your house. It will be an ideal arrangement. I have written to my brother in London to come and fetch him. He may be here in a few days." "May!" "He is a busy man, of course; but he should certainly be here within a week. Till then Tootles can stop with you. It is an excellent plan. Very much obliged to you. Your wife will like Tootles."
"Sit in father's chair, John!" Wendy was scandalised. "Certainly not." "He is not really our father," John answered. "He didn't even know how a father does till I showed him." This was grumbling. "We complain of John," cried the twins. Tootles held up his hand. He was so much the humblest of them, indeed he was the only humble one, that Wendy was specially gentle with him. "No, Tootles."
"He's a-using his whip, he is, to rights," said the ostler boy. "Hullo!" said poor old Tommy Byles; "here's another bloomin' loonatic. Blowed if there aint." "It's old George," said old Tootles, "and he's drivin' a loonatic, as you say. Aint he a-clawin' out of the keb? Wonder if he's after 'Arry 'Icks?" The group round the cabmen's shelter became animated. Chorus: "Go it, George!" "It's a race."
Best second night in the history of the theater. Come in and have a bite." "Can't. Got company." And up they went, the aroma following. A young woman in a sky-blue peignoir scuttled across the next landing, carrying a bottle of beer in each hand. There was a smell of onions and hot cheese. "What ho, Tootles," she said. "What ho, Irene. Is it true they've put your notice up?" "Yep, the dirty dogs!
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