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She says to tell you she will show you where she cut her initials but I tell her not to put such ideas in your head and she knows how to climb in even if the door is locked, such goings on as she and Wiggle have, they will be the death of me. Well, Walter, you will be welcome if you can come and spend the summer with us.
But there was more than this the matter. For Rose was down in a hole, and the sand had caved in on her feet and legs, covering her up almost to her waist. Rose was held fast in a heap of sand, and, wiggle and twist though she did, she could not get out. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" sobbed the little girl, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm all fast and I can't get out!" "I'll get you out! There!
'Now suppose, says Wiggle, 'we say that all the world is at my feet make her jealous, you know, and that sort of thing and that that I'm going to TRAVEL, you know? That perhaps may work upon her feelings. 'Around me they flatter and fawn The young and the old, The fairest are ready to pawn Their hearts for my gold.
We are all so glad you've got it. You can just wiggle your finger and crow over the others every time they come to visit you." Lewis looked up at her and smiled. He understood better than she guessed why she had talked so fast, and was grateful, but the pang was beneath the smile nevertheless.
"That's good, but a night-shirt's better. I've been dreamin' o' night-shirts ever since we bent our mainsail. Ye can wiggle your toes then. Ma'll hev a new one fer me, all washed soft. It's home, Harve. It's home! Ye can sense it in the air. We're runnin' into the aidge of a hot wave naow, an' I can smell the bayberries. Wonder if we'll get in fer supper. Port a trifle."
That's where she got cold," Inez added, "for she had to dress awful light so's to wiggle through the ventilator winder. It was a cold mornin', an' she came back ter town 'most dead." "Where is she now?" asked Walter. But it was Nan's question which brought out the most surprising response. "Who is she?" Nan asked the little girl. "What is her name?" "Jennie Albert.
Jag Ear's bells had a faint plaintiveness at intervals and again their jingling was rapid and hysterical, as he tried to make up the distance lost through a lapse in effort. He had ceased altogether to wiggle the sliver of ear the baton with which he conducted his orchestra because this was clearly a waste of energy.
Nan was almost as strong as her brother. She caught hold of the rope, and managed to scramble up, though it was hard work. "You can't do it!" laughed Harry, when, almost at the top, she paused for a moment. "Yes, I can! I can! You just watch!" Nan gave a wiggle, another scramble, and then, just as she managed to get one leg over the limb, she slipped. "Oh! Oh!" she screamed. "I'm going to fall!"
"If she was a girl uh mine, she'd be home with her maw, where she belongs!" "Rustlers that sounds like greasers had been at work here. Runnin' hawses acrost the line. For Lord sake, git a faster wiggle on than that limp, Bud! If that poor little kid meets up with a bunch of them damn renegades " Bud swore and increased his pace in spite of the pain. Others were before him.
When he was too lazy to go for the keys, he'd wiggle through that hole." Mike said nothing, but led the way to the back of the stable. There he climbed upon the pile of rotting straw, and examined closely the small, square opening, with its board slide, through which Shandy had passed the night before. "God! I t'ought so!" he ejaculated.
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