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Jims, his patience exhausted, lifted up his voice and wept. "Hello, is this Ingleside?" "Yes." "That you, Rilla?" "Yeth yeth." Oh, why couldn't Jims stop howling for just one little minute? Why didn't somebody come in and choke him? "Know who's speaking?" Oh, didn't she know! Wouldn't she know that voice anywhere at any time? "It's Ken isn't it?" "Sure thing. I'm here for a look-in.
"Oh, you are, eh? Well, now, are you Tom's boy or Ed's?" "Tomth's boy. Uncle Ed hith gal-" "Ed got a boy?" "Yeth, thir- lii baby. Aunt Agg letth me hold 'im" "Agg! Is that her name?" "That's what Uncle Ed callth her." The man's head fell, and it was a long time before he asked his next question. "How is she, anyhow?"
It's just sea shore, that's all." Tommy chuckled and nodded to herself as she increased her pace and joined her party. "When we get to camp I'm going to take a bath in the thea," she announced carelessly. Miss Elting regarded her sharply. "Camp? Sea?" questioned the guardian. "Yeth. I thaid 'camp' and 'thea." "Where do you think you are going, Grace?" "Why, to the thea thhore of courthe.
You are Mamma!" she continued gleefully; and before Mrs. Tretherick could avoid her, she had dropped her doll, and, catching the woman's skirts with both hands, was dancing up and down before her. "What's your name, child?" said Mrs. Tretherick coldly, removing the small and not very white hands from her garments. "Tarry." "Tarry?" "Yeth. Tarry. Tarowline." "Caroline?" "Yeth.
"Where the word of a King is, there is power: And who may say unto him What doest thou?" "Yeth! And Chimo to sleep at ve foot of ve bed, and ve pink pikky-book, and ve bwead 'cause I will be hungwy in ve night and vat's all, Miss Biddums. And now give me one kiss and I'll go to sleep. So! Kite quiet. Ow! Ve pink pikky-book has slidded under ve pillow and ve bwead is cwumbling! Miss Biddums!
Everything, Vinie, except that, coming along the main road, I stopped a moment at the gate to say how d'ye do, and to tell you that Tom would be at home in two or three days. That is all, and my coming into the house and the rest of it never was. Do you understand?" "I won't say anything at all, thir." "It's a promise?" "Yeth, thir. I promise." They went out into the porch together.
Sweet, shy, blushing Rose came forward, and Bart took her hands and hoped she would look upon him as an older brother long absent, and just returned. And little lisping George, staring at him curiously, "Are you Plinth Arthur?" "Prince Arthur?" cried Bart, catching him up, "do I look like a prince?" "Yeth." "Take that," said Bart, laughing, giving him a gold coin.
"Yeth," said Rilla, and immediately wished she could throw herself headlong down the lighthouse rock or otherwise vanish from a jeering world. Rilla had lisped in early childhood; but she had grown out of it. Only on occasions of stress and strain did the tendency re-assert itself.
I'll promise you anything, and I'll keep my promise." "I know that you will. It's nothing more than this. Vinie, I don't want it known that I stopped here to-day, and I want you to forget look at me, Vinie." "Yeth, thir." "I want you to forget what I asked you for, and what I did in Tom's room. "Yeth, thir," said Vinie, with large eyes. "And that you cut yourself?" "That, too.
He pushed the door open and poured out the stained water upon the ground, then took fresh from a bucket standing by and rinsed the basin before he set it down upon the table. "Vinie " "Yeth, thir." "I want a promise from you." "Yeth, Mr. Rand."
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