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"No, sweetest, blue," I repeated in a somewhat professional but wholly affectionate manner. "Ved," said Sara with great decision; so I gave it up. "Sara always thinks blue is red," said Betty; "don't you, darling?" "No, boo," replied Sara; so the matter dropped. "Oo's tummin' to see Yaya's toys," said Sara. "Am I, darling? When?" "Now."
She bore the hug stoically for a reasonable time, and then said, "Oo 'urt." I realized, with the agony of remorse, that a very large aunt can by means of a brooch inflict exquisite torture on a very small niece. She wriggled herself free and began to rearrange her ruffled garments. "Yaya's got noo soos," she announced; "ved vuns." "No, blue, darling," I said. "Ved," said Sara.
It is the body of which roads are the arms and legs, a trivial or quadrivial place, the thoroughfare and ordinary of travellers. The word is from the Latin villa, which, together with via, a way, or more anciently ved and vella, Varro derives from veho, to carry, because the villa is the place to and from which things are carried. They who got their living by teaming were said vellaturam facere.
Whether Sara understood it or not, it seemed to encourage her to further revelations, and she announced with bated breath, "Yaya's got ved vimvims in her " She opened her eyes very wide and nodded very mysteriously, and was about to suit her actions to her words and disclose the ribbons in question, when Diana, with a promptitude quite splendid, administered a banana.
"Yaya's got a ved vimvirn in her har," she announced. We all expressed the keenest interest and unbounded surprise. One very well-meaning person put down his knife and fork and said he was too surprised to eat any more breakfast; whereupon Hugh said, "You needn't be so very funny, because Sara doesn't understand those sort of jokes."
As we were crossing the Eyfjordsvand, the stillness of the savage glen, yet more profound in the dusk of evening, was broken by the sudden thunder of a slide in some valley to the eastward. Peder stopped in the midst of "Frie dig ved lifvet" and listened. "Ho!" said he, "the spring is the time when the rocks come down, but that sounds like a big fellow, too."
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