The Story of Patsy by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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one's pocket for a biscuit or a ten-cent piece. But such a face! He had
apparently made an attempt at a toilet without the aid of a mirror, for there was a clean circle like a race-track round his nose, which member reared its crest, untouched and grimy, from the centre, like a sort of judge's stand, while the dusky rim outside represented the space for audience seats. I gazed at this astonishing diagram of a countenance for a minute, spellbound, thinking it resembled nothing so much as a geological map, marked with coal deposits. And as for his clothes, his jacket was ragged and arbitrarily docked at the waist, while one of his trousers-legs was slit up at the side, and flapped hither and thither when he moved, like a lug-sail in a calm. "Well, sir," said I at length, waking up to my duties as hostess, "did you come to see me?" "Yes, I did." "Let me think; I don't seem to remember; I am so sleepy. Are you one of my little friends?" "No, I hain't yit, but I'm goin' to be." "That's good, and we'll begin right now, shall we?" "I knowed yer fur Miss Kate the minute I seen yer." "How was that, eh?" |
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