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Empty and silent stood the little house, like the dwelling of the Three Talking Bears, and little Tot might have been Silver Hair herself. "Dwandma, dwandma!" she called. But no grandmamma replied. "Perhaps she has dus dorn out a minute," thought she. "I'll det up on dis lounge and tover dis shawl over me, and s'prise her when she tums back." Something else besides the shawl covered Tot's eyes.
"She means Miss Maryllia," said the old man "That's the name she's given 'er lady-love the thinkin' little imp she is! Where's lady- love? Why she's in 'er own house she don't want any little tags o' babbies runnin' round 'er your lady-love's got somethin' else to do." "She AIN'T!" said Ipsie, with dramatic emphasis "She tums an' sees me often 'oo don't know nuffin' 'bout it!
This species announced on blackboards and in the public prints that he would preach to "Men Only," or "Women Only," and his subjects were "Girls, Nice and Naughty," "Baldheads, Billboards and Bullheads," "Should Women Propose?" "Love, Courtship and Marriage," "Lums, Tums and Bums," "The Eight Johns," "The Late Mrs. Potiphar," or some other subject savoring of the salacious.
It's quite a thing to be a good speller, but there are people who can spell any word that ever was, and yet if you should ask them right quick how much is seven times eight, they'd hem and haw and say: "Seven tums eight? Why ah, lemme see now. Seven tums what was it you said? Oh, seven tums eight. Why ah, seven tums eight is sixty-three fifty-six I mean." There's nothing really to spelling.
"He will tit in his s'eep, and he tums undone," said the little lady, hard to console. Oh dear how soon Dolly would be four, and begin to lose her early versions of consonants! Poor Susan Burr had then flashed across her recollection, provoked by the bread-and-butter Dolly baptized with the bitter tears she shed over Peter's leg.
Jist feels like a spoonful o' red-hot ashes in your eye; an' if a drop falls outside, it tums your skin black. That ought to cut away the sort o' glassy phlegm off o' the optic nerve?" "No; you want none of these burning quack remedies; you want three months' careful treatment" "I ain't denyin' it," interrupted the man, sadly and sullenly.
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