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The masterly woman pressed her face between the rails; stretched a snapping finger and thumb; in an intense voice murmured, "Tweetikins puss!" Tweetikins puss continued thoughtfully to turn the soil. This was a nicely mannered cat. "Tweety little puss!" cooed Mrs. Major. "Tweety pussikins! puss, puss!" Tweety pussikins turned to regard her. Mrs.
We haven't any money at all, hardly; not enough to take me even a tweety, weenty part of the way to that place I'm going to, let alone enough to buy you that doll. But that's the way with girls. They always spoil everything." Little Elsie rubbed her sleeve across her eyes and swallowed hard.
Major moistened her finger and thumb; snapped frantically. "Puss, puss tweety pussy!" Tweety pussy advanced till the snapping fingers were within an inch of its nose. "Pussikins, pussikins!" implored Mrs. Major. Pussikins very deliberately seated itself; coiled its fine tail about its feet; regarded Mrs. Major with a sphinx-like air. Mrs. Major pressed till the iron railings cut her shoulders.
"Won't hurt 'em a mite," he reassured her, and he struck her as a careful as well as accomplished young man. His passion for Cornelia lingered a while in letters, which he proposed in parting, and then, about six months later, Mrs. Saunders received the newspaper announcement of his marriage to Miss Tweety Byers of Lakeland. There were "No Cards," but Mrs. Saunders made out, with Mrs.
Burton's help, that Tweety was the infantile for the pet name of Sweety; and the marriage seemed a fit union for one so warm and true as the young traveller in art-goods. Mrs. Saunders was a good deal surprised, but she did not suffer keenly from the disappointment which she had innocently done her best to bring upon her daughter.
She stretched the forefinger of her extended arm; at great peril of slipping forward and rasping her nose along the rails effected to scratch the top of the sphinx's head. "Puss, puss! Tweety, tweety puss!" By not so much as a blink did tweety puss stir a muscle. Mrs. Major was in considerable pain. Her bent legs were cramped; the railings bit her shoulder; her neck ached: "Tweety little puss!
Tweety puss! Puss! Drat the beast!" In great physical agony and in heightening mental distress since time was fleeting and the cat as statuesque as ever, Mrs. Major again dratted it twice with marked sincerity and a third time as a sharp sound advertised the splitting of a secret portion of her wear against the tremendous strain her unnatural position placed upon it.
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