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"Come along, men!" said he to the deck-hands. I sprang ahead of them flung the door shut put my back against it: crying out against him all the while. My sister caught my wrist I pushed her away. Tom Tot laid his hand on my shoulder I threw it off with an oath. My heart was in a flame of rage and resentment. That this castaway should succour our enemy!
Jecks was inspecting the big earthen vessel with a tin baler, and I appealed to him. "How is the water?" I said. "Well, sir, yer can't say quite well thankye, 'cause it arn't right colour yet, and it's got a sort o' fishing-boat flavour in it, as puts yer in mind o' Yarmouth market at herring time, but it ain't so pea-soupy as it were, and it might be worse. Try a tot, sir?"
Tot all at once felt the little sunny yard grow hot and stupid, and then Susie's mamma drove out of the gate and down the long shady arch over the sun-flecked road. Tot wished she was going to the village, too. Tot wished she was going to to Sugar River. "Run in to grandmamma, little Tot," whispered the still small voice. But Tot never heeded. Tot was tired. Tot was hot. Tot was homesick.
"How strange," said Tottie, "that you and I should both have had bybies to nuss w'en we was young, ain't it?" "It is, Tot very remarkable. And we've had a sad fate, both of us, in havin' bin wrenched from our babbies. But the wrench couldn't have bin so bad in your case as in mine, of course, for your babby was nobody to you, whereas mine was a full cousin, an' such a dear one too.
She was so fond of doing this that her mother could not bear to put shoes and stockings on the dear little tot. The other, a sweet, affectionate boy, suffered at regular intervals during the fifteen years of his life from acute indigestion.
"No, I'll do it," she said in a determined voice. "Give me the baby," said Mrs. Reist, "then you children can go play." The little tot ran to her outstretched arms and was soon laughing at her soft whispers about young chickens to feed and ducks to see. "Now," Amanda cried happily, "since Mom keeps the baby we'll roast corn and apples under the kettle."
He determined to appraise and make an inventory of all that remained on the place that he could call his own still and sell. There was some timber left. Then all the stock on the home farm would be disposed of. As he endeavoured to 'tot' this up he noticed a figure swinging along across the park at a great pace. Was a stranger already fearless about trespass?
Don't know who, sir." "Tot Dennis," answered Blythe, who had cut him down at the same time when I disposed of the boatswain. I mentioned Caine. "Didn't you finish another in the wheelhouse, Jack?" "I didn't. You did." The captain shook his head. "You're wrong about that. Must have been you."
"Sweet?" echoed the boy, taking his wicked cue and with a prolonged drawing in of the lips. "I should say so! Why, its bed is solid sugar, with as many grades of sugar grains for sand as one finds in a grocer shop." "Do wivers do to bed dus 'ike 'ittle dirls?" demanded Tot, whose young existence was embittered by that seemingly needless ceremony.
I can't get you to talk seriously even when I come all the way from New York to find out what's going on here." "How hungry children eat, for instance?" he queried. "Dear little things, it's heartrending!" she exclaimed. "Especially when I think of my own children, who have to be made to eat. Tell me the nationality of that adorable tot at the end."
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