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Next she proceeded to gather her eyebrows into the smallest possible compass, and then she drew a deep breath, folded her small hands, and started off at a terrific pace, "Gaw bess parver yan muvver yan nannie yan hughyan betty yan dicky an aunt woggles yan ellen yan emma yan croft yan blusby yan all ve vitty children yan make dem velly good boys yan make my nastyole bunnyagoodgirl.
"Once upon a time there was a little bunny." "A velly, velly vitty bunny," said Sara. "Once upon a time there was a very, very little bunny," I repeated, emphasizing the "very, very little," as Sara had done. She cuddled into the bedclothes, evidently quite satisfied with the beginning as it now stood. "And the very, very little bunny lived in a nice hole "
"Sit here an' put your toes to the heat." He set Phoebe in the chimney corner, wrapped his coat round her, and threw more turf on the fire. "Now you'm vitty; an' if theer's anything left out, tell me." "I lay, wi' your memory, you've forgot little enough." "I lay I haven't. All's here; an' 't is a gert wonder what a lot o' gude things us have got.
Then you'll find a bwoy wi' the key theer to-morrer, an' all vitty; an' you can pay in advancement or arter, as you please to. Us'll say half-a-crown a week, if that'll soot 'e." The listener produced half-a-sovereign, much to Farmer Ford's gratification, and asked that a lad or man might be found to return with him there and then to the shed.
To-morrow I'll send my box up Drift by the fust omblibus as belongs to Staaft, an' walk myself, an' tell Uncle Thomas all's there is to tell. He've got a heart in his breast, an' I'll bide 'long wi' him till Mister Jan do come back." "Wheer's he to now?" "To Lunnon. He've gone to make his house vitty for me." "Well, best to get Uncle Chirgwin to write to en, onless you'd like me to do it for 'e."
"Aunt Woggles can't quite understand." "Yan ven Yaya voke up ve vitty belush said, 'Good-morning, yan Yaya said, 'Good-morning, yan it was a nice bunny yan not a nasty bunny any more." Here Sara's thoughts were distracted, and the story ended abruptly for want of breath, or possibly of story. She refused to go on, and when pressed said with great decision, "Dey's all dead."
"Could any one send away a blue dressing-be-gowned Sara?" "And shall I take the others, miss?" "Do," I replied. They went and left me in sole possession of Sara. "Shall I tell Sara a story?" I said. She nodded her head. "A storlie all about bunnies." So I began, "Once upon a time there was a big bunny." "A vitty bunny," said Sara. "A little bunny," I said.
"An enormous castle," I said, starting to dig the foundations. "Dat's a velly, velly vitty hole," said Sara. "It's going to be a castle, darling." "For Yaya to live in?" "Perhaps." "And Nannie and Aunt Woggles and Hugh and Betty and muvver?" Sara danced with joy at the prospect, and Sara dancing in bathing-drawers was distracting. I dug industriously, however, and it was very hot.
She tells a story very much as she says her prayers, at the same terrific pace certainly. First of all she swallowed and took a deep breath, then she began, "Vunce there was a vitty blush and not a bad nasty blush it said its palayers ebery morning an nannie said good girly an then the blush vent to sleep in a vitty bed with Yaya." "Go slower, darling," I said.
As Regnar concluded, a grizzly-haired sealer from Kitty Vitty seized him by the hand. "Ye've ben lucky, sur; de Lord be praised for't, for dere's many a better man nor you dat's died wid hunger an' cold on de ice. I mind once myself dat I sailed out o' Conception in March, an' tree weeks after dat we were up off Hamilton Inlet.
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