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We will give Charlotte another golden penny, or a silver one. Only," he added, regarding his small niece severely, "Charlotte must not touch anyone's pennies again, not mummy's or Uncle Aymer's, or anyone's. It is not dreadfully naughty this time, but it would be next time dreadfully naughty." Charlotte opened her eyes very wide. "Would you be dreffly angry?" "Yes, and very unhappy.
I looked upon all who did not possess, like myself, a paper-weight so authentically Egyptian as very ridiculous people, and it seemed to me that the proper occupation of every sensible man should consist in the mere fact of having a mummy's foot upon his desk. Happily I met some friends, whose presence distracted me in my infatuation with this new acquisition.
Cathy tossed her head, giving her pony tail a little exercise. "Too bad you didn't say seal instead of alligator. There are seals at the zoo. Say, I wouldn't mind going to the zoo this forenoon. Even if we have to take Andy. Want to?" "Nope. Mummy's taking me to town to buy a new dress for Easter." Cathy's eyes were bright with expectation.
And the first asked for some lovely jewels and diamonds and " "Like mummy's locket is THAT jewels?" "That sort of idea. Well, she wanted a lot of things like that. And the second wanted some beautiful clothes." "What sort of clothes?" "Oh, frocks and well, frocks and all sorts of er frocks." "Did she want any lovely new stockings?" "Yes, she wanted three pairs of those."
I thought people who did not possess, like myself, a paper weight so genuinely Egyptian, were objects of ridicule, and it seemed to me the proper business of the sensible man to have a mummy's foot upon his desk. Happily, an encounter with several friends distracted me from my raptures over my recent acquisition, I went to dinner with them, for it would have been hard for me to dine alone.
We took it that if there were such, they were within the wrappings; or more probably in the strange casket underneath the mummy's feet. This, however, we could not open. There were signs of there being a cover; certainly the upper portion and the lower were each in one piece.
And doubtless the Mummy's dress might be managed, and but what about Aunt Susan? Would Aunt Susan ever forgive her? She dared not run the risk of her displeasure; too much depended on keeping her in a good humor. "I should like my aunt to come," she said, in a steady voice; "she is very kind to me and specially interested in the result of the Scholarship." "I know; I have heard from Mrs.
"Yes," continued his father, busily searching for the mummy's right wrist, "she was probably what you would call a peach." "She may have been a peach in her day," thought Harry, "but today she's a dried apricot." The elder Marvin's searching fingers encountered a hard object. It proved to be a scarab, or sacred Egyptian beetle, carved in black stone.
How dared she call Michael "dear"? How dared she intrude herself uninvited upon their simple life? Her beauty, her foolish feminine clothes, angered her. She hated Millicent's fine skin, which was, even in the desert heat, as poreless as a baby's. It was a wonderful skin for a grown person, let alone for a woman of Millicent Mervill's age. Meg thought of the dried mummy's lips.
I doubt if the little Mummy has the highest principles in the world; in fact, I don't doubt, for I am quite certain that the Mummy's principles are a little lax, but there, she is the Mummy, and I love her. What a queer thing love is, for Mummy is not the highest-souled woman, nor the most beautiful in the world. Still, she is the Mummy, and I love her."
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