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Her fine eyes were half smiling, and a faint tinge of color deepened her perfect cheeks. She sighed. "We didn't do so badly at the races, Momma," she said, more for her own satisfaction than her mother's information. "Guess I've got most all of it in and I'm satisfied." "Maybe you are, my dear," came the ungracious response.
The man reached up and drew the woman's face down to his, and kissed her on the lips. "It don't matter 'bout not finding that gold now," he cried, and kissed her again. "No, it " "Say, momma, ain't it dinner yet?" "Ess, me want din-din."
But I don't say it's bad chocolate. Try it, young lady, try it." He handed a bit to Isabel, who looked at her momma. "There is no possible objection, my dear," said Mrs. Portheris, and she nibbled it. Dicky invested wildly. "Dese photograff dey are very pritty," remarked Brother Demetrius to momma, who was turning over some St. Stephens and St. Cecilias.
"Well, I jumped into my shirt and pants and slid down the rain pipe and ran along the street, and there sure enough was Momma walkin' as fast as she could. "I was afraid to go near her. I don't know why, but I was. So I just sneaked along after her.
"The last verse don't matter anyway. Come to here, Edna. Momma wants to hear your fiddle-playing." "Yes, play us something, my dear." The little girl came forward shyly. As the Prince and the Marchese stood together by the fireplace at the other end of the long room Mamie joined them. "You sang that devil's nocturne inimitably," observed her stepfather, drily.
You might exclaim, 'Why are they always in blue? Have you got that down?" "They were making hay," poppa corrected. "But I suppose the public won't know the difference, any more than you did." Momma leaned forward, clasping her smelling-bottle, and looked out of the window with a smile of exaltation. "The cows," she went on, "the proud-legged Norman cows standing knee-deep in the quiet pools.
On the table in the middle of the room, "Momma" had placed an enormous tin dish-pan piled high with dirty dishes, over which she was pouring the contents of the kettle. Steam rose in clouds, half-veiling her big, fierce face which, seen through holes in the vapor, was like that of a handsome, vulgar witch. Through the steam she shot at Sheila a cruel look.
Thus it was that, from the moment momma put her head out of the car window, after Mestre, and exclaimed, "It's getting wateryer and wateryer," Venice was a source of the completest joy and satisfaction to both my parents.
Haughton waves hand in the direction of the dollar. By-by, step- momma. By the shade of Lincoln, how Melty claps her hands in glee on seeing her wages in gold; she hastily pockets; one or two pieces roll to the floor.
It was flanked on one side by the offices of a house agent, on the other by a superior looking restaurant. "There isn't the sign of a tailor about the premises," said poppa, "except his name. I don't like the look of that." "Perhaps," suggested momma, "it's his private address." "Well, I guess we don't want to call on Marcus, especially as we've got no proper introduction. Driver, that isn't Mr.
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