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"Oh, father, fetch Milly, and then we'll all dance about," entreated Olly. "Come, Milly," called Mr. Norton. "Try whether you can manage the stepping-stones by yourself." So Milly came, holding up her bathing dress, and stepping from one big stone to another with a very grave face, as if she felt that there would be an end of her altogether if she tumbled in. And then, splash!
"She takes away my bread and butter when I'm not looking, and I don't like it, not a bit." "No, Olly dear, she shan't," said Milly, taking his hand and fondling it, as if she were at least twenty years older. "I'll sit on one side of you and Becky on the other," a prospect with which Olly was apparently satisfied, for he made no more objections. "Well, you must ask Mrs.
On the other side of the little bridge was the gardener's cottage, and in front of the door stood two funny fair-haired little children with their fingers in their mouths, staring at Milly and Olly.
Nurse had to shake Olly a great many times before he would open his sleepy eyes, and then he stood up rubbing them as if he would rub them quite away. Father lifted him out, and carried him into a big room, with a big table in it, all ready for dinner, and hungry people sitting round it. What fun it was having dinner at a station, with all the grown-up people.
Olly looked as if he didn't believe a word of it, as he generally did when Milly talked wisely to him; but just then he found that mother had put into his lap a whole basketful of letters to tear up, and that interested him so much that he forgot the fly-catchers.
We'll get on our hats presently and come out to look at you. Oh! there's John Backhouse coming down the hill with the dogs. Mother, may we go up ourselves and ask Becky and Tiza to come to tea?" "But Aunt Emma must tell us her story first," persisted Olly, who hated being cheated out of a story by anything or anybody. "She promised."
"It's nice and sweet any way, and you can eat as much of it as you like, which is more than you can of rich cakes." Olly thought there was something in this, and by the time he had got through his second bit of bun-loaf he had quite made up his mind that he would get Susan to make bun-loaves at home too.
A bright fire was shining from the hearth, and two women were bustling about, one of whom was Olly Dowden. "Well, how is it going on now?" said Venn in a whisper. "Mr. Yeobright is better; but Mrs. Yeobright and Mr. Wildeve are dead and cold. The doctor says they were quite gone before they were out of the water." "Ah! I thought as much when I hauled 'em up. And Mrs. Wildeve?"
Was there ever such a little object! All his nice clean holland frock was splashed with black mud; and what had happened to his stockings? "I've got mud-stockings on," shouted Olly, capering about, and pointing to his legs which were caked with mud up to his knees. "You're a nice respectable boy to take out to dinner," said Mrs. Norton.
"Why doesn't Tiza come down?" asked Olly, looking hard up into the tree. "I want to see her." Thump! What was that rattling down on Olly's head? He looked down at his feet very much astonished, and saw a bunch of green cherries which Tiza had just thrown at him. "Throw some more!
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