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We were pooh as pohverty paw and maw and we four girls and no more idea of work than a baby. But I had an education at the convent at New Orleans, and could play, and speak French, and I got a place as school-teacher here; I reckon the first Southern woman that has taught school in the No'th!
"Where is that bear?" asked Uncle Wiggily, quite savage like. "Just tell me where he is, and I'll make him give you back those ribbons, and then I'll show you the way home." "Oh, the bear ran off after he scared me," said the little chipmunk girl. "Please don't look for him, Uncle Wiggily, or he might eat you all up." "Pooh!" exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit. "I'm not afraid of a bear.
"Tom's a fool," said George, with emphasis, "but he isn't a coward. He'd just as soon tell Pa to-morrow that he was drilling if the Yankee leaders wished it known." "Virginia will never speak to him again," said Eugenie, in an awed voice. "Pooh!" said Puss, "Tom never had a chance with Jinny. Did he, George? Clarence is in high favor now.
I daresay he was a man who had something the matter with him and couldn't sleep. I hate it." "Pooh!" cried Barkins, laughing. "You haven't got used to it yet, old chap. It's an acquired taste. After a bit you won't care a dump for a regular night's rest, but'll want to get up and take your turn. Won't he, Gnat?" I laughed. "I haven't got the right taste yet," I said.
The bureau de mariage had its allurements for you as well as for our poor cousin!" The young mother said this laughingly and carelessly. "Pooh!" returned Madame de Merville, laughing also; but a slight blush broke over her natural paleness. "But a propos of the Vicomte.
"Pooh!" said Ashby. "That's an old story." "But but " "Well?" said Ashby, impatiently, as she paused. "He he saved my life once." "He be hanged!" said Ashby. "I'll save your life fifty times. You mustn't think of that man again. Do you hear, Dolores?" "Yes," said Dolores, meekly; "but I only want to satisfy my conscience, and find out my duty." "Conscience? Duty? Ah!" repeated Ashby.
Pooh! he was a dreamer an idealist, a man of impossible aims; his theories, indeed, were beautiful, but impracticable. Vera knew that he expected better things of her; but she had striven to be what he would have desired, and if she had failed, was it her fault? was it not rather the fault of the world and the generation in which her life had been cast?
"Pooh! not worth a single sigh! The foolish wishes we form in youth have something noble and something bodily in them; but those of age are utter shadows, and the shadows of pygmies! Why, what is honour, after all? What is this good name among men? Only a sort of heathenish idol, set up to be adored by one set of fools and scorned by another.
"Bishop, if I were an artist, I would paint her as a priestess at Ephesus, chanting a hymn to Diana; and instead of Hero and the pigeons, place brown deer and spotted fawns on mossy banks in the background." "Pooh! What a hopeless pagan you are, Elise? If I were a sculptor I would chisel a statue of purity, and give it her countenance." And Mr.
'They know just as much as soldiers, and as to your old button, I b'lieve you just picked up the old brass thing from the gutter! 'If you weren't a girl, I'd fight you! sputtered Teddy now, with rising wrath. 'Pooh! I expect I could lick you; I don't b'lieve you have half as big a muscle as I have on my arm. 'A girl have muscle! It's just a bit of fat!
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