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"Now, just see here, Van Whitney," said Polly, with the air of authority, "I tell you that Joel is all right now. Don't you say that again not once more, Vanny." "But I have ki I mean I saw Thomas shoot, and I couldn't stop him," and Van writhed fearfully, ending with a scream "I've ki" but Polly, clapping her hand over his mouth, kept the words back. Meanwhile Percy had rushed out of the house.
I prayed for death, and, in the agony of the moment, could not help repeating those exquisite verses of the poet Miguel De Cervantes: Vanny Buren, tan escondida Query no te senty venny Pork and pleasure, delly morry Nommy, torny, darry, widdy! But now a new horror presented itself, and one indeed sufficient to startle the strongest nerves.
"We're a-hitting, ma'am; he said I couldn't, and so we came out and " "Oh, Vanny," said Mrs. Whitney reproachfully, "to treat a little guest in this way!" "I wanted to," said Joel cheerfully; "twas great fun. Let's begin again, Van!" "We mustn't," said Van, readily giving up the charming prospect, and beginning to edge quickly towards the house. "Mamma wouldn't like it you know.
"I'd like to have seen him awfully, and now Joel will have him all to himself. I'm going to get something, and I won't let Joel have any of it," he added vindictively. "Oh, Vanny!" and Polly went close to him, and put her cheek to his. "Just think what a dreadful time Joel had out there on the pond," and she gave a little shiver. "Hah, hah!" ejaculated Percy.
"Of course I did, Vanny," said Polly, smiling down into his eager face, "and we'll have a splendid pair in just one minute!" she sang. And so the sails were cut out, and the hems turned down and basted, and tucked away into Polly's little work-basket ready for the sewing on the morrow. And then Mr.
I'll get there first, Percy Whitney." "You shan't. Oh, make him stop," howled Percy, in distress. "Van," called Polly, looking up at him. "What?" said Van, wishing he hadn't wasted the time in exhibiting his triumph. He still kept on. "I want you," said Polly clearly. "Come down, Vanny, that's a good boy." "What do you want me for?" asked Van, turning slowly to look down at her.
"I share the blame, Ben," broke in Jasper, "old fellow, if you pitch into yourself, you'll have to knock me over too." "Come here, Vanny," said old Mr. King, holding out his hand. "Why, you needn't be afraid, my boy," aghast at the tears that no power on earth could keep back. "Now all leave the room, please." "Where's Polly?" asked Ben, on the other side of the door.
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