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But on the fourth the tall, thin, Raphael-headed man was drunk again, arguing thickly in the usual cloud of smoke, which drifted sullenly into the passage through the open door. With deft fingers Tootles used her latchkey, and they slipped into the apartment like thieves.
By two bells that morning they were all stirring their stumps; for there was a big sea running; and Tootles, the bo'sun, was among them, with a rope's end in his hand and chewing tobacco. They all donned pirate clothes cut off at the knee, shaved smartly, and tumbled up, with the true nautical roll and hitching their trousers. It need not be said who was the captain.
"Well, dearie," said Irene, sitting on the edge of the stoop, within sound of the squeaking of a many-armed clothes drier, teased by a nice sailing wind. "Us for the yawl to-day." "You for the yawl," said Tootles. "I'm staying here to help old man Burrell. It's his busy day." Irene looked up quickly. "What's the idea?" "Just that, and something else. I don't want to see Martin till this evening.
"Come up to the cottage and have dinner with us," said Martin, breaking it rather nervously. "Can you?" Tootles nodded. Devon Heaven. How perfectly the words rhymed. "You couldn't keep us away with a stick," said Irene. This was the way things should go. Also, the jovial, fat person with the roving eyes might brighten things considerably for her. "Great work!" Said Howard.
As if precociously providing for an ultimate alibi, the fickle Tootles began to show unmistakable signs of aversion for her temporary parent. Mrs. Rodney, being an old-fashioned mother, could not reconcile herself to this unfilial attitude, and gravely confided to her husband that she feared Medcroft was mistreating his child behind their backs. "Well, the poodle likes him, anyway," protested Mr.
"Do you live here?" said the face. "I'm staying here for a few weeks." "What's your name?" "Pepper. But " "Pepper? Any relation to Edward Pepper, the colliery owner?" "My uncle. But " "I used to know him well. Dear old Edward Pepper! I wish I was with him now." "I wish you were," I said. He beamed down at me. "This is most fortunate," he said. "We were wondering what we were to do with Tootles.
Tired and smut-bespattered after a tedious railway journey she had eagerly and with childish joy gone at once to see them fed, the old and knowing, the young and optimistic, and all the yellow babies with uncertain feet and tiny noises. After that, a setting sun which set fire to the sky and water and trees, melting and mingling them together, and Tootles turned the corner.
"I hope she hasn't starved to death." "My dear Roxbury," she said sternly, "I must take you under my wing. You have much to accomplish in the next twenty-four hours, not the least of your duties being the subjugation of Tootles and Raggles. Tootles is fifteen months old, it may interest you to know.
"I think they should have prepared me for this," growled he. "Is it supposed to be mine? Does does Mrs. Medcroft know about it?" "You mean, about the baby, sir? Of course she does. It's hers. Please don't look so odd, sir. My word, sir, I didn't know you didn't know it, sir. I wasn't told, was I, O'Brien? There, sir, you see! Mrs. Medcroft said as I was to bring Tootles in to you, sir. She said "
"I don't know how it is, but I just thought they did!" "O Wendy," cried Tootles, "was one of the lost children called Tootles?" "Yes, he was." "I am in a story. Hurrah, I am in a story, Nibs." "Hush. Now I want you to consider the feelings of the unhappy parents with all their children flown away."
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