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"You see we've come a-visiting, Mrs. Prudy," said Grace. "Very sorry, ma'am, to see your doll looking so sick. Has she got the smallpox?" "No, ma'am," answered Prudy, delighted, "she's got the measles!" "Deary me," said Susy, pushing back her cap, and trying to look frightened, "how was she taken, ma'am?" "Taken?" repeated Prudy, "taken sick! She's got it all over her."
She glanced wistfully at the sleeping child and saw him toss his arms about, and knew she ought to be there to sway a green branch over him to keep the little gnats and flies from bothering him and waking him; and the bees might swarm and no one see them. "Father, is it three o'clock yet?" "Yes, deary, why?" "Goody! The bees won't swarm now, will they? Will you bring Bobby in, father?"
But the dragon was too quick for him it put out a great claw and caught him by the leg, and as it moved it rattled like a great bunch of keys, or like the sheet iron they make thunder out of in pantomimes. "No you don't," said the dragon in a spluttering voice, like a damp squib. "Deary, deary me," said poor John, trembling more than ever in the claw of the dragon.
It's going to burst." Mrs Trivett held the girl's burning head firmly in her hands. "Tighter! tighter!" cried Mavis. "Oh, deary, deary! Why isn't your husband here to comfort you?" sobbed Mrs Trivett. Mavis's face hardened. She repressed an inclination to laugh. Then she became immersed in a stupor of despair.
"Oh, Polly, I 'm so glad you 've come!" cried the little girl, running to hug her. "What's the matter, deary?" "I don't know; something dreadful must have happened, for mamma and Fan are crying together upstairs, papa is shut up in the library, and Tom is raging round like a bear, in the dining-room." "I guess it is n't anything very bad.
'I don't, said Tom. 'Your uncle's namesake, if you mean him, is no vagabond. Any comparison between you and him' Tom snapped his fingers at him, for he was rising fast in wrath 'is immeasurably to your disadvantage. 'Oh indeed! sneered Jonas. 'And what do you think of his deary his beggarly leavings, eh, Mister Pinch?
And now," added Ruth, throwing her apron over her head, "I may as well look up Miss Dimple. There's not a better child in the world than she is when she pleases; but deary me, when things do go wrong!" Just then a wagon drove up to the gate, and Ruth said, as she saw a burly figure alight from it, "Why, that can't be Uncle Seth? I'm afraid something has happened at our house!"
Her face, as she lifted it, was brown and wrinkled indeed, it was not unlike in hue the kippered herrings hanging on a stick outside. But a pleased surprise sprang into her eyes as she recognised her visitor's voice. 'Is that yourself, Miss Theedory? Come along in, deary! You're always a sight for sore eyes, as ye know well.
It took ten minutes to admire Bea's costume of rosewood crape and the jewelled-cap effect, somewhat like Juliet's, caught over each ear by a pink satin rose. "Steve doesn't appreciate anything in the way of costumes," she complained. "He just says: 'Yes, deary, I love you, and anything you wear suits me. Quite discouraging and so different from the other boys."
"It don't feel like home," said Hephzibah, and then she suddenly burst into tears. "Oh, my deary!" she sobbed, "And you so beautiful, and pale, and proud, and never saying a word, and they are none of them fit to black your boots." "Oh, hush, hush, Hephzibah!" I said. My voice calmed her. She looked round as though afraid that grandmamma would come in and scold her for crying. "There!
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