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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Do you feel any better now?" "Poor mou's so sore," he whimpered, "an' 'ittle nosey can't breez!" "Well, you shouldn't go meddling with matches and fire, as I've told you often," said Mary, pointing her moral rather inopportunely.
"Come, 'ittle snow-sister, kiss me!" cried Peony. "There! she has kissed you," added Violet, "and her lips are very red. And she blushed a little, too!" "O, what a cold kiss!" cried Peony. Just then, there came a breeze of the pure west-wind, sweeping through the garden and rattling the parlour-windows.
Fido hastened to answer the call; the way he spun out of the wood-shed and down the gravel walk and around the corner of the house was a marvel. "Mamma says oo dot f'eas, 'ittle goggie," said the little boy. "Has oo dot f'eas?"
During my paroxysms, I had a wild distempered dream of a stern face bending anxiously over my pillow, a rough hand smoothing my hair, and a kind voice saying: "Bess his 'ittle heart! Did he have the naughty fever?" This face seemed again changed to the well-known stern features of Captain Boltrope. When I was convalescent, a packet edged in black was put in my hand.
She at once defended the smokers, for it is to be feared that numbers always had weight with her. "Oh, but cigarettes is lubly smell!" she said. "Untle Georgiecums maybe be too 'ittle boy for smokings!" This archness was greeted loudly by the smokers, and Mr. Crooper was put upon his mettle. He spoke too quickly to consider whether or no the facts justified his assertion. "Me?
Soon as she saw who I was, she said, 'Why, it's our little sister! Only she said it that way she talks sort of foolish. 'It's our ittle sissy' somep'm like that, mamma. She said it twice an' told me to go home an' get washed up. An' Miss Pratt told Willie Miss Pratt said, 'It isn't mamma's fault Jane's so dirty, just like that. She " "Are you sure she said 'our little sister'?" said Mrs. Baxter.
Hector's child screamed at his father's glittering casque and nodding crest; and here was a mediaeval babe charmed with a polished cuirass, and his griefs assuaged. "There are prettier things here than that," said Clement, "there are little birds; lovest thou birds?" "Nay. Ay. En um ittle, ery ittle? Not ike torks. Hate torks um bigger an baby."
"Have you really, sir?" said Jupp, pretending to be much surprised at the information, the little chap evidently expecting him to be so. "Ess, man," cried the mite with a triumphant shout; "I'se dot po' 'ittle kitty here!" "Never, sir!" ejaculated Jupp with trembling eagerness, as if his life depended on the solution of the doubt.
An' I wants some dishes an' a stenshun table, an' 'ittle bedstead, an' yuffled seets, an' pillars, an' blue silk kilt, an' ever so many sings which papa cannot buy, 'cause he hasn't dot the money. Vill you send them, Miss McDolly, pese, an' your likeness, too. I wants to see how you looks. My mam-ma is pretty, with black hair an' eyes, but she's awful old I dess. How old is you?
A childish laugh caused him to turn his head, and there looking in at him from a small door to the left was a little maiden, with curly, auburn hair and cheeks twin sisters to the rosiest apples that ever grew. "Oo azy ittle boy!" she cried, clapping her hands. "Oo must det up. Turn, daddy, tee azy, azy ittle boy."
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