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Uncle Steve had sent it, and it was both valuable and practical, and a thing the children had long wished for. "Well, you'll let a fellow take a peep once in a while, won't you?" "Yes, if you'll be goody-boy," said Midget, patronizingly. Grandma Sherwood's gift was a cover for a sofa-pillow, of rich Oriental fabric, embroidered in gold thread.
"Well, you are a great girl; run in the house, and lay off your things, while I speak to your mother." Marjorie danced into the house, flung her coat and gloves on the hall rack, and still holding her kitten, went on through to the kitchen, in search of Eliza the cook. "The saints presarve us!" cried Eliza. "An' is it yersilf, Miss Midget! Why, ye're as big as a tellygraft pole, so ye are!"
"That's so," responded Andy, bending his ear. "Going north, too. I hope it's a train and I hope it comes along in time." "In time for what?" inquired Midget. Andy did not reply. He could estimate the progress of the pursuing wagon from gong sounds and shouts in the distance. He traced its halt, apparently at the stranded car. Then the gong sounded again.
So King went contentedly to work, stoning raisins, and the girls made the cake. "I didn't bring my recipe book," said Kitty, "but I guess I remember how to make it. You see, Eliza is going to teach me to make lots of things, so I've quite a big book for recipes." "How many have you so far?" asked Midget, greatly interested. "Well, only this one; but it's sponge cake, you know.
Many of his under-rock passages would, at that season, be filled with snow, forcing him to appear on the surface where the wind was often strong enough to blow me over, to say nothing of what it would do to the little midget in fur with a load of hay attached. He met the storm situation easily. Whenever he exhausted one hayloft, he moved his home to another.
"Yes, you dear, cunning little sweet thing, I do like you," said Midget, touching King's hair in a teasing way. He promptly pulled off her hair-ribbon, and as Marjorie felt in the humor, this began one of their favorite games of make-believe. "The diamond tiara!" she shrieked, "the villain hath stole it!" "Horrors!" cried Kitty, "then shall he be captured, and forced to restore it!"
"Young Smith is all right, Jack," said Percival reassuringly. "He is not afraid of anything, and really I don't believe there is anything to be afraid of. There was not when we went down." "No, but we are a couple of big boys, and he is only a midget. If anything happened to him I should never forgive listen, and see if you can hear him coming."
Midget look up into his dear, kind eyes, and then, with a truly brave effort she conquered herself. "I will, Father," she whispered back, and then, with one last embrace, she said, "Good-bye, Gladys, dear Gladys, good-bye." She let her go, and Dick took his sister's arm in silence, and they went away. Both Mr. and Mrs.
"No, but I've seen you," he replied; "and I can tell you, Hester, I'm tired of these scraps you're always putting up! I believe we'll have better times with Ruth Rowland." "Marjorie," Cousin Jack went on, "which girl do you choose?" "I'd like them both," said Midget, who couldn't quite bring herself to denounce Hester entirely. "But Hester won't have Ruth. You must choose one or the other."
"I'm going over to the garage to see if the new tire is on my car. It blew out yesterday while I was driving it to cover after I left you girls. I'll be back by the time you girls have finished breakfast. Going with me, Midget?" Leila turned to Vera. "No, Ireland," she declined, with the little rippling smile which was one of her chief charms. "I am still hungry.
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