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Updated: June 13, 2025
A year ago his little home was first invaded by the flood, and himself and wife, and his son's family, were driven from it to the hills for safety but the old man's telling of the story can not be improved upon. It ran like this: "Last year, ven I svwim out fon dot leedle home off mine, mit my vife, unt my son, his vife unt leedle girls, I dink dot's der last time goot-by to dose proberty!
"Dottie or Mrs. Crane, or both. Her mother she is telling her goodbye now and I agree that the danger here is greater than out there." "Danger out there? With the old can fixed the way she is now, Dot's a lot safer there than you are in bed. Your house might fall down, you know." "You're probably right, son I know you, and I know Martin Crane.
She gave him a fleeting smile, and turned to go. She was tired to the soul. Adela caught her by the arm as they ascended the stairs. "You little quiet mouse, what's the matter? Aren't you enjoying the adventure?" Dot's face was sombre. "I think I am too tired to enjoy anything to-night," she said. "Tired! And no work to do! Why, what has come to you?" Adela surveyed her with laughing criticism.
Then Dot's mother, rejoicing over the safe return of her little girl, was not more happy than the Kangaroo with her Joey once more in her pouch.
The soft fur was cosey against her bare neck. She felt chilly. Later she might peel, thereby exhibiting the values of the rest of her costume. But it was not worth while to do so yet. The first piece was over, but the house was still a poor one. It might fill up. She hoped it would for Dot's sake; for few things are more disheartening than to play to empty benches.
Now, this was not at all the case, either with Dot or May; for May's face set off Dot's, and Dot's face set off May's, so naturally and agreeably, that, as John Peerybingle was very near saying when he came into the room, they ought to have been born sisters which was the only improvement you could have suggested.
"Trick!" her brother exclaimed, all the angel innocence he could summon in his voice. "When you wouldn't tell me a word of where you were going!" "You guessed it. It was abominable of you." "Oh, see here! If I hadn't managed it you wouldn't have seen him and he wouldn't have seen you." "And what of that?" queried the cool voice, cool but sweet. Dot's voice, even in real anger, was never harsh.
The child trudged upstairs, and entered Dolly's room. "What do you want?" and Dolly, with suspiciously bright eyes, looked up from the book she was pretending to read. "You're not so awful polite, either," and Genie's big, black eyes looked sharply at Dolly. "But never mind. I've come over to tell you that Dot's cryin' about you." "Did she tell you to come?" "Nope. She don't know I'm here.
It was many days before he realized that the voice must have been Dot's, that she had called out to him and made some sort of disturbance. He decided this just previous to the expiration of his sentence, when the cloud that oppressed him had lifted, leaving him in a deep, dispirited lethargy.
She is better as a hundert ladies she is joost a plain vomans who keeps a express office over dere Cleary's Express. You don't know it? Vell, dot's your fault. Dot's her boy Bobby outside de door. He has been up vid his fadder to de Grand Central for some sideboards and sofas I been buyin'. You vant to look at 'em ven dey git unloaded.
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