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Afterwards when I found out it was too late. I couldn't tell you then." The confession went haltingly out into silence. She dared not raise her head. Moreover, she was weeping, and she did not want him to know it. There was a motionless pause. Then at length the hand on her shoulder began to rub up and down, comfortingly, caressingly. "Don't cry!" said Tots. "Hadn't you better have some breakfast?
And then, suddenly, inexplicably, her eyes filled with tears, and she packed up the little box hurriedly with fingers that trembled. She directed the parcel to Tots, and put it aside with the intention of posting it herself. A tiny strip of paper on the floor attracted her attention as she turned. She picked it up. It was only Tots's simple message in four short words.
Again they had become exact. Merton was right down there in the dirt, and a frantic, flashing-heeled Dexter was vanishing up the alley at the head of a cloud of dust. The friendly Ransom tots leaped from the fence to the alley, forgetting on her bed of pain the mother who supposed them to be engrossed with picture books in the library.
An answer of sorts could no longer be delayed. "Well, I thought I'd give Dexter a little exercise, so I saddled him up and was going to ride him around the block, when when these kids here yelled and scared him so he ran away." "Oh, what a story!" shouted the tots in unison. "What a bad story! You'll go to the bad place," intoned little Elsie.
It seems that when Galileo and Herschel were little tots I undertook to construct a playhouse for them in the back yard. This was at a time when I was exceptionally busied with my professional studies; Mars was rapidly approaching perihelion, and I had been commissioned by the Blue Island Society of the Arts and Sciences to prepare a chart of the bottle-neck seas.
The next day, as we had no further need of our Beluch escort, a halt was made to enable me to draw up a "Progress Report," and pack all the specimens of natural history collected on the way, for the Royal Geographical Society. Captain Grant, taking advantage of the spare time, killed for the larder two buck antelopes, and the Tots brought in, in high excited triumph, a famous pig.
One of the tots of pupils had slipped off the form on which she sat, and rolled under the table, and Deleah had crept under the table too, in search of her, at which the other pupils had laughed. The abashed governess received the reproof of her principal on all fours. "Really, Miss Day!" cried the scandalised woman. "Yours is hardly a seemly attitude to assume before the pupils, is it?"
Tots did not at once reply. He sat on his perch with his back to the light, and contemplated her. "I should have thought a clever little girl like you might have guessed that," he said at length. This was intolerable. She felt her courage ebbing fast. "I'm not clever," she said, a desperate quiver in her voice, "and I I'm not good at guessing riddles."
Little tots of six and seven years stroll up and watch the workers, or romp about on grass plots in close proximity. Presently the master's voice is heard. 'Fall in! There is a gathering up of bags, a hasty shuffling of feet, the usual hurry-scurry of laggards, and in a few moments two motionless lines stand at attention. 'Good-morning, girls! Good-morning, boys! says the master.
Yancy's name had been given her as that of a resident of weight and influence in the classic region of Scratch Hill. Miss Malroy came to her friend's rescue. "Mrs. Ferris thinks the children should have a chance to learn at home. Poor little tots! they can't walk ten or fifteen miles to Sunday-school, now can they, Mr. Yancy?" "Bless yo' heart, they won't try to!" said Yancy reassuringly.
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