The Money Moon - A Romance by Jeffery Farnol
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going to stay--Oh a long, long time, aren't you, Uncle Porges?"
"I sincerely Hope so!" answered Bellew. Now as he spoke, his eyes,--by the merest chance in the world, of course,--happened to meet Anthea's, whereupon she turned, and slipped on her sunbonnet which was very natural, for the sun was growing hot already. "I'm awful' glad!" sighed Small Porges, "an' Auntie's glad too,--aren't you Auntie?" "Why--of course!" from the depths of the sunbonnet. "'Cause now, you see, there'll be two of us to take care of you. Uncle Porges is so nice an' big, and--wide, isn't he, Auntie?" "Y-e-s,--Oh Georgy!--what are you talking about?" "Why I mean I'm rather small to take care of you all by myself alone, Auntie, though I do my best of course. But now that I've found myself a big, tall Uncle Porges,--under the hedge, you know,--we can take care of you together, can't we, Auntie Anthea?" But Anthea only hurried on without speaking, whereupon Small Porges continued all unheeding: "You 'member the other night, Auntie, when you were crying, you said you wished you had some one very big, and strong to take care of you--" "Oh--Georgy!" |
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