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After a few nervous darts and tail whiskings, a bold squirrel would skip up close, and, after eating a little ground bait, would boldly come up and nibble out of a motionless hand. In two minutes half-a-dozen pretty little creatures would be fidgeting round, eating bread and butter daintily, neatly holding the morsel in their little forepaws and nuzzling into one's fingers for more.
Gracious alive, but he knows his business!" "Anyhow, what we saw was worth all we had to pay. I didn't think he would do anything of the kind, did you?" "No; I thought we might keep our visit a secret, but not many things escape his eye. I suppose after all he was right." "Wait till these smarts let up a little before you ask me to say that," replied Victor, still rubbing and fidgeting about.
A fine champing of bits and fidgeting of thoroughbreds there was, till all were ready; then the ladies would each put out her little foot, with charming nonchalance, to the nearest gentleman or groom, with a slight preference for the grooms, who were more practiced.
The moments passed drearily. For a long time there was no movement of any sort but the restless fidgeting of the horses. They had stood through all the turmoil as their master had long since trained them to stand. But now that it was over their eager spirits were demanding the joy of the trail again.
In response to his knock he was ushered into the presence of a kindly official who sat at a table littered with maps and papers of every description. There was a moment's pause, during which Andrea stood uneasily fidgeting, and his courage almost oozed away as he nervously twisted his cap. But at last the great man looked up, and somewhat abstractly asked, "Well, my boy, what can I do for you?"
Do you lease it from HIM? this fellow, I mean," she added, nodding towards Lebedeff. "And why does he always wriggle so?" At that moment Vera, carrying the baby in her arms as usual, came out of the house, on to the terrace. Lebedeff kept fidgeting among the chairs, and did not seem to know what to do with himself, though he had no intention of going away.
The boys left off fidgeting and became mouse-still, while only the low voice of the girl reading of the helpless lovers, of the terrible smiling Count Fosco and his grim wife, broke the silence.
"Say, boy," he asked, slowly. "Who am I?" Georgie was surprised. "Why, Santa Claus," he replied. "You are Santa Claus, ain't you?" "Eh? San . . . Oh, yes, yes! I'm Santa Claus, that's who I be." He seemed relieved, but still anxious. After fidgeting a moment he added, "Well, I cal'late I'll have to be goin' now." Georgie turned pale. "But but where are the presents?" he wailed.
He would not condescend to lift them, but fidgeting with his mahl-stick, he stirred them about once or twice accidentally as it seemed until he had a very good notion of what they were. Then, after half-an-hour's silent painting, he thus addressed Olive. "Miss Rothesay, what put it into your head that you wanted to be an artist?" Olive answered nothing.
The other manufacturer sat quite stolid and unsmiling beside a fidgeting wife, who presently arose and swept out with a loud rustle of silks. She looked back once and beckoned angrily to her husband, but he did not stir. He was on the school-board. The school-master trembled when he saw that imperturbable face of storing recollection before him. Mr.
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