United States or United States Virgin Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Bobby watched, and so did Meg. So did a dozen of the children who had been playing on the slide. They saw Twaddles start himself with a little forward push, skim down the slide like a bird, take the jump at the end of the bank, and shoot out into the pond among the skaters. "I knew he'd make a mess of it," groaned Bobby. Twaddles apparently had forgotten all about using his foot.
"You can pick some while I take a look around," said Captain Jenks, fastening the boat with an iron chain and hook to a ring sunk in a wooden post. There was no wharf because no one lived on the island to build one and very few boats came there anyway. Bobby and Twaddles stuck close to the captain's heels, but Meg and Dot determined to get some daisies to take home to their mother.
No one missed Twaddles until they were seated at the table. "Where's Twaddles?" asked Mother Blossom in some alarm as she noted his empty chair. "Didn't he go to the store with you, Bobby?" "Yes, Mother, he went with us," answered Bobby composedly, beginning to taste his soup. "I wonder if he's upstairs washing his hands," went on Mother Blossom. "Dot, will you run and call him?"
The second part, of course, is Wagner at a sublime height, but of that presently. What I wish is to give examples of how he has discarded all the involutions, convolutions, twiddles and twaddles of melody, and gone back to the simplicity and directness of Weber and Beethoven.
Aunt Polly was doubtful about Annabel Lee's feelings toward sleds, but Twaddles was sure she would learn to like coasting. "Aunt Polly?" Meg tapped lightly on her aunt's door. "Yes, dear, come in," called Aunt Polly. "You found your muffler? That's good. Come over here and see this." Aunt Polly was seated before her open trunk, a little white box on her knees. Meg came and stood beside her.
Then Twaddles slipped on his cap and coat, took the two bags in one hand, tucked the board under his arm, and ran out to the garage. "Put a chair here in the window, Dot," said Aunt Polly. "There, I'll pin back the curtains. Now you can see everything they do." Norah peered curiously over Dot's shoulder, interested, too.
Dot sounded like a husky young Indian as she hurled herself upon Twaddles in the center of Aunt Polly's carefully made bed in the guest-room and rubbed what was left of her handful of snow into his eyes and mouth. "My, it's wet," he sputtered. "Let go, Dot! Ow! you're standing on my finger." Meg had dashed into her mother's room, and, banging the door in Bobby's face, turned the key. She was safe!
It's closed season now for the birds, and if any one is shooting 'em, we want to know it." "Are you a policeman?" asked Twaddles in awe. "Something like it," admitted the captain. "Leastways, I'm a deputy sheriff. Pretty place, isn't it?" The boat was approaching the island, and it was indeed a pretty place.
"I don't know about Norah and Annabel Lee," returned Dot politely, "but Sam Layton took Philip to Canada with him; he was really like Sam's own dog 'cause he mostly fed him. Of course," she added, "that makes Twaddles very lonesome." "Yes?" said Miss Mason, as though she did not quite understand. "You see," explained Dot bravely, "now he hasn't any dog or any grasshopper!"
Harley knew where Mrs. Clayton lived, for he strode away with Dot in his arms. Captain Jenks, Meg and Bobby and Twaddles had to run to keep up with him. He stopped before a whitewashed cottage with a woman ironing in the large front room. "Can you dry this baby off and give her something hot to drink?" asked Captain Jenks, and Mrs. Clayton held out her arms for Dot.
Word Of The Day