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wingo house against one, and sunk too; ’cause she wrote all about it after she got "Then we shall be handed down to fame!" cried Patricia, giving Judith a very hard squeeze and pinching her thin cheeks into color. "Look us over well, Judy-pudy, and see how much you can make of your two illustrious sisters; for I feel sure that I, for one, will never have a chance to be 'writ up' again.",“The work I am at now Howard, requires mostly a sense of humor. Just look at this and ask yourself how I manage to keep my face straight sometimes at school.” Howard took the paper handed to him and had hardly read a line before his risibility was tickled.,Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.,"Blue roll the waters, blue the sky,"You are wrong," says Mona, coldly. "They seldom trouble themselves to speak of you at all." This is crueller than she knows.，“Jimmy.”，"I hardly know."，"Ask de great massa.""Lord forbid! She is too God-fearing, and too nobly and sweetly moulded as a woman to be capable of any such descent."

“Don’t you see?” said Bob eagerly.,"Wish what you like, Command what you will, You alone are Queen and Mistress here.",Men are very strange people. They are like those sums in algebra that you think about and worry about and cry about and try to get help from other women about, and then, all of a sudden, X works itself out into perfectly good sense.,Dinner was long over, Judith's lessons done and bed-time come, when at last Patricia hurried down to the long parlor where Doris sat in the dim light.,“We will consider that later,” said Father.,“Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked.,She flung herself at her husband's feet, weeping and begging his pardon, with all the signs of a true repentance at having disobeyed him. Her beauty and sorrow might have melted a rock, but Blue Beard had a heart harder than rock.,Mrs. Mifsud had entered the room in time to hear the last remark. Owing to the paucity of minds as keenly intellectual as her own, Mrs. Mifsud always tried to keep her remarks to a suitable level so that all present might comprehend her language. The heights, alas! must be scaled by her alone. While willing to acknowledge the substantial character of Mrs. Wopp, she considered her sadly deficient in grammar and social graces. She now interposed.,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice.,"Yep, we're goin' tomorrow if this weather holds. I'll go over this afternoon to fix up a hide on Mud point.",“Why, Betty?”,"Mr Lawrence paints the voyage to the West Indies in very tempting colours," answered Lucy..