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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I'm tired out and sleepy out," wailed the young traveller, the tears rolling over the rims of her "spetty-curls," "all sleepy out; and I can't get rested 'thout my muvver!" She sat down and hid her head in her black dolly's bosom. "Diny, you got some ears? We wasn't here by-fore!" This was all the way she had of saying she was lost. The sky suddenly grew dark; a shower was coming up.
There was a play-tent on the little patch of yard before the brown cottage to the left. The voice had come from the narrow piazza. Millicent shivered as she looked at it, with its gingerbread decorations already succumbing to the strain of the seasons. The answer came from the tent: "Here I am, muvver. Did you want me?" She came out a child of five or six years.
Ariadne didn't see, really, why they came at all, since they couldn't see Muvver and they certainly never so much as looked at 'Stashie, dear darling 'Stashie more of a comfort these queer days than ever before and they never, never spoke to the new man, who came and went as though nobody knew he was there. They would look right at him and never see him.
"Then it's this long bundle," said Marjorie, and she unwrapped a beautiful little parasol of embroidered white linen. "Oh, Rosy Posyeums!" she cried. "This is too booful! I never saw such a pretty one!" "Me buyed it! Me and Muvver! Oh, it's too booful!" and the baby kicked her fat, bare legs in glee at her own gift.
There came a sound of running feet in the hall below; then: "Muvver! it's muvver come back!" cried a rapturous voice. And with a little sobbing cry Bobby's mother opened her arms to her son. The Saving of Dad On the boundary fence sat James, known as "Jim"; on the stunted grass of the neighboring back yard lay Robert, known as "Bob."
Even their friend, the gardener, had disappeared since Mun Bun and Margy had come down to the goose pen. "Help! Help us!" cried Margy, looking to the world in general to assist. "Muvver! Muvver!" cried Mun Bun, who held an unshaken belief that Mother Bunker must be always at hand and able to rescue him from any trouble. Mun Bun thought he felt the cold, hard bill of the gander at his bare legs.
It's out of harm's way. Dicky Means, who has a cruel heart and robs birds' nests, can't reach it way up there!" "What's in it, Muvver?" asked little Hepzebiah. You see her little tongue didn't work just right. She never could say words with "th" in them. "Little eggs, dear. They are white, with little dark spots and funny dark scrawls on them as if somebody had tried to write with a bad pen."
The governess, fives-bat in hand, sat negligently on the stone balustrade, presiding over the scene with the cold impartiality of a Goddess of Battles. A furious and repeated chorus of "I'll tell muvver" rose from the lodge-children, but the lodge-mother, who was hard of hearing, was for the moment immersed in the preoccupation of her washtub.
All day she worked with the thought of coming back to him at night; but with night came the dustman, and in spite of her games and stories Tommy's blue eyes would get full of the sleep-dust. Tonight, however, he was awake and talkative. "Ain't I dot no muvver?" he asked. "No," said Lovey Mary, after a pause. "Didn't I never had no muvver?"
She, too, had at last been aroused by the conversation, and, missing her husband, she had thrown a wrapper about her and had come down to seek him. "We tame down to find Santy Claus," burst out young John William, at the sight of her, "and he's been here, look muvver." Yes, Santa Claus had indeed been there. The boy spoke better than he knew.
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