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"He's jealous, is old Rags," smiled Monkey. The girl went to the roan. "Now, then, old man," she said. "Old friends first." She saddled him and led him out into the yard. Attached to the d's of the light saddle was a string forage bag such as cavalry soldiers carry. Into it she stuffed her towel and all that it contained. Monkey Brand held the pony's head as she mounted.
No: he tried with all his might and main, for in his swag, which was strapped to the D's of his saddle, was not only his blanket, but his baccy, and tea, and damper, and a glass o' grog.
In this judgment he employed an excellent English accent, with a scarcely perceptible thickening of the t's and thinning of the d's. Mr. Ziegler left nothing to be said. Then the conversation sighed and really did expire. It might have survived had not the Spatts had a rule, explained previously to those whom it concerned, against talking shop. Their attachment to this rule was heroic.
Her stateliness went away, and it could be forgiven for not remaining; for her feet suddenly became as quick as fingers, and she raced along over the uneven ground with such force of tread that, being a woman slightly heavier than gossamer, her patent heels punched little D's in the soil with unerring accuracy wherever it was bare, crippled the heather-twigs where it was not, and sucked the swampy places with a sound of quick kisses.
"It doesn't, though. It takes the trail you take." "I never yet allowed my wishes to masquerade as Disagreeable Duty, with two big D's," she told him tartly, and started off. "Say! If you're going up that hill, this is the trail. You'll bump up against a straight cliff if you follow that path."
"Not a cake walk, but we took a prize for making cake," Dotty exclaimed; "and I say, Dolly, let's buy something in that shop where we bought the doll. They have beautiful things there of all sorts." "Come on," said Pauline, "let's all go, and we'll help you pick out things." So the two Cliftons and the two Browns and the two D's all started for the shop.
Head up, back as straight as a pine sapling, eyes shining and hair like like mist with sunlight in it. Gaston has taught her to speak like he does. You know he always kept his language up-to-date and stylish? Well, she's caught the trick now. You'd think she'd travelled the way she hugs her g's and d's.
"Oh, gracious, Uncle Jeff," exclaimed the volatile Alicia, "don't call those kids Miss! Call 'em Dotty and Dolly, do." "Can't remember which is which," declared her uncle, looking at the two D's. "I can remember the last names, because the Fayre girl is fair, and the Rose girl is rosy. I shall call them Rosy and Fairy, I think." "All right, Mr.
Panurge was still feeding his eyes with the sight of the pope-hawk and his attendants, when somewhere under his cage he perceived a madge-howlet. With this he cried out, By the devil's maker, master, there's roguery in the case; they put tricks upon travellers here more than anywhere else, and would make us believe that a t d's a sugarloaf.
Though small of limb, she is swift as the wind, and as easy as a cradle in her gaits. She is mettlesome and fiery, but full of affection. She often kisses Dorothy. Mare and rider are finely mated. Dorothy is the most perfect woman, and Dolcy is the most perfect mare. 'The two D's, we call them.
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