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One reason we’re beginning so early this year, I’ve got something very particular I want to buy my mother for a Christmas present. Can you keep a secret, Maida?” Maida nodded. “Well, it’s a fur collar for her neck. They have them down in a store on Main street every winter—two dollars and ninetyeight cents. It seems an awful lot but I’ve got over a dollar saved up.
“I’m going to keep you forever,” said the boy, looking in through the wire cage at Sammie. “I’ve always wanted a rabbit and now I have one.” Well, poor Sammie asked the boy to let him go, but the boy didn’t understand rabbit language, and maybe he wouldn’t have let the bunny go, anyhow.
He was interrupted by the return of the embassy, Mitchell bearing the jews-harps. "What’s the matter?" Burnett asked. "Nothing," said Clover; "we were so worried over you, that’s all." Burnett called for the bill and found that he had run out of cash; "Or maybe I’ve had my pocket picked," he suggested. "I’m beginning to be in just the mood in which I always get my pocket picked."
“Grégoire was right: do you know those nasty creatures have gone and left every speck of the supper dishes unwashed? I’ve got half a mind to give them both warning to-morrow morning.” Fanny had come in from the kitchen to the sitting-room, and the above homily was addressed to her husband who stood lighting his cigar. He had lately taken to smoking.
I was surprised. “Where have you been?” I asked him. “I think,” he said, “I’ve forgotten something ... my handkerchief, I think.... Well, even if I’ve not forgotten anything, let me stay a little.” He sat down. I stood over him. “You sit down, too,” said he. I sat down.
Krassotkin sat on the edge of the bed, at Ilusha’s feet. Though he had perhaps prepared a free-and-easy opening for the conversation on his way, now he completely lost the thread of it. “No ... I came with Perezvon. I’ve got a dog now, called Perezvon. A Slavonic name. He’s out there ... if I whistle, he’ll run in.
“Just think, Granny,” she called after a while. “I’ve made one, two, three, four, five friends—Dicky, Molly, Tim, Betsy and Laura—though I don’t call her quite a friend yet. Pretty good for so soon!” Maida was to make a sixth friend, although not quite so quickly. It began that noontime with a strange little scene that acted itself out in front of Maida’s window.
“You’re the rawest recruits, the worst landlubbers I’ve ever seen,” declared Cadet Midshipman Merriam, with severe dignity. “Rest, before you try it any further.” The smile had all but left Jack Benson’s lips, though he tried to keep it there. Hal Hastings made the most successful attempt at looking wholly unconcerned. Eph’s face was growing redder every minute.
What’re Kitchell, Rennie, Topham to you that you’re willing to face a noose for them?" "Kitchell I know nothin’ about—except what I’ve heard and that’s not good." Drew sat down on the bunk, partly because the chill which had crept down his back had poured into his legs and they felt oddly weak under him. "Reese Topham and Mr. Rennie—as far as I’m concerned they’re honest men.
‘I will,’ rejoined the little gentleman, with even greater vehemence an before. ‘Very well,’ said our friend, tucking up his shirt sleeves very calmly. ‘There’ll be three veeks for that. Wery good; that’ll bring me up to the middle o’ next month. Three veeks more would carry me on to my birthday, and then I’ve got ten pound to draw.
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