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I wath too buthy trying to keep from filling up with thalt water. Did you ever drink any of that water, Mith Livingthton?" "Hardly." "Then take the advice of a fithh, and don't." All hands were called to supper, thus putting an end to the conversation, which had been heartily enjoyed by Mrs. Livingston. Tommy always was a source of amusement to her.
"I'll bet it wasn't nothin' at all," grinned Jim Conlow. "Possum Conlow" we called him for that secretive grin on his shallow face. "I'll bet it wath a whole gang of Thiennes," lisped tow-headed Bud Anderson. "They ain't no Injuns nearer than the reserve down the river, and ain't been no Injuns in Springvale for a long time, 'cept annuity days," declared Tell Mapleson.
There was a slight sound of whimpering. Sarah Walker apparently pounced upon the culprit, for it ceased. "Sniffling 'tracts 'lectricity," she said sententiously. "But you thaid it wath Dod!" lisped a casuist of seven. "It's all the same," said Sarah sharply, "and so's asking questions." This obscure statement was however apparently understood, for the casuist lapsed into silent security.
"I'll lead him such a life that he shall wish he'd never been born; I will indeed," exclaimed Crayshaw fervently. "Well," said Johnnie, "never wath a better time. Allez le, or, in other wordth, go it." "And every two or three days you shall bring him to me," continued Grand, "that I may hear him read and speak."
"Three thousand miles, more or less," replied the skipper. "Thave me!" She had followed the skipper forward, where he had gone to change the set of one of the jibs, Tommy watching him with questioning eyes. "There wath a man at the camp the other day," began the little lisping girl. "A man? What did he want in your camp?"
Dear me, who wath he, Freda? 'Longfellow, you mean, I suppose. 'Of courth. And hith language ith tho poetical. Mamma thaith the thouldn't wonder if he turned out a great author by-and-by. Thould you, Mith Hall? 'It takes so much to make a great author, dear; but it is just possible. 'But not probable, whispered Freda. 'Oh, Freda! don't you like him?
"Tell it your own way, then. We are simply wasting time in trying to hurry you," she said. "Yeth. Well, it wath thith way. I wath looking for the treathure trail that Harriet told uth about at breakfatht thith morning, though I don't thee how thhe thhould know anything about it. My footthepth led me led me, you understand?
"No, darlin'. We didn't suppose anything of the sort. But knowing so much, please tell us how we are to get ice from the lake in the good old summer time? Answer me that question, will you now?" "That ith tho," reflected Tommy. "Really, I hadn't thought of it that way. I gueth I wath too previouth." "Grace!" rebuked Miss Elting, "I am amazed at your using such expressions.
Then he had to wun away from the Thnake, but it wunned after him, and it wath jutht going to kill him when Mummy bwoughted the Thword and Daddy killed the Thnake all dead. And I am going to have the Thword when I gwow up, but vere aren't any more bad Thnakes. They is all good now and Daddy likes vem and I likes vem. Amen." "I never said Amen, when I told you the story, Sonny," remarks the lady.
"No, thir," reiterated Tommy. "I thaw thomething. It wath a man and he thtood right in front of the window. You thee I wath dreaming that Buthter wath a pirate, and wath trying to thmother me with a thofa pillow and all of a thudden I that up in bed and thaw thith fathe looking in the window at me. That ith why I thcreamed," concluded Tommy, with dignity. "I didn't have the nightmare.
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