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And he now gave his tousled head the old, unconscious toss, like a horse shaking his mane at the lighting of a persistent fly. And then, paying no more attention to William Pressley and drawing his chair nearer Father Orin's, he went on with the grave talk. It was he, however, who did all the talking now; the priest had suddenly become a passive listener. He had no more ideas to advance.
"Got any feed for your picnic?" "We're going to get some. You hurry down and we'll be ready." "All right," and the tousled head disappeared. The girls went noiselessly into the kitchen and on through into the pantry. As Marjorie had surmised, the pantry shelves were well-stocked, and they found doughnuts, little pies, and cold chicken in abundance.
She could then hear the noisy ticking of the small, cheap clock in the kitchen. At the same moment another door creaked, and Chirac, with hair all tousled, but fully dressed, appeared in the corridor. "So you have decided to sell yourself to him!" Chirac whispered. She drew away instinctively, and she could feel herself blushing. She was at a loss.
She had been dead many years. And he he must be growing old. Thirty-eight! And he was nine then, with slender legs and tousled hair, and a worship for his mother that had mellowed and perhaps saddened his whole life. It was a long time ago. But the songs had lived. They must be known over the whole world those songs his mother used to sing.
A quaint old figure, with his grey hair tousled and his dressing-gown draped grotesquely from his shoulders, he stood by the fireplace, Duncan's card between his fingers, and bowed ceremoniously. "Mr. Duncan, I believe?" Nat returned the bow. "Yes, sir," he said. "Will you be good enough to pardon this intrusion, Colonel Bohun, and spare me five minutes of your time?" The colonel nodded.
You may think those pink and blue JACKETS you're wearing are the prettiest things in the world WE know they are part of your graduation "trousseau," but bathing suits are in order just now. So put them on and hurry down." "Bet your life," was chorused as the three tousled heads vanished. The average midshipman's "shift" requires as a rule, about two minutes, and passed-middies are no exception.
Lincoln, Daniel Boone and all his other friends. Every one stared at the strange little figure in the big, ragged clothes with a sumptuous bouquet of pink rosebuds held so high against his breast, under his folded arms, that only his tousled hair and his gray eyes showed. Some were curious, and swung round as he went by to look after him.
A quarrel ended in a noisy but harmless fight near one of the fires. M. Roussillon rushed to the spot, seized the combatants, tousled them playfully, as if they had been children, rubbed their heads together, laughed stormily and so restored the equilibrium of temper. It was late when fathers and mothers in the company began to suggest adjournment.
They will very likely be here next week for a three days' stay. Brace up. Let's try and keep our skeleton from rattling while they're here. Will you?" "All right, Jack. I'll try." He patted her tousled hair lightly and left the room. Stella looked after him with a surge of mixed feeling.
"Jimmy Hastings!" said Dorothy, laughing at his expression. "That ain't fair!" blurted Little Jim. "I ain't nobody's beau. Shucks! Now you gone and spoiled all the fun." "I was only teasing you, Jimmy." And she patted Little Jim's tousled head. He wriggled away and smoothed down his hair. "I can beat you shootin' at tin cans," he said suddenly, to change the subject.
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