The Little White Bird; or, Adventures in Kensington gardens by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie
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he would hop on to the frilly things of her night-gown and peck
at her mouth. "And then she would wake up, David, and find that she had only a bird instead of a boy." This shock to Mary was more than he could endure. "You can drop it," he said with a sigh. So I dropped the letter, as I think I have already mentioned; and that is how it all began. III Her Marriage, Her Clothes, Her Appetite, and an Inventory of Her Furniture A week or two after I dropped the letter I was in a hansom on my way to certain barracks when loud above the city's roar I heard that accursed haw-haw-haw, and there they were, the two of them, just coming out of a shop where you may obtain pianos on the hire system. I had the merest glimpse of them, but there was an extraordinary rapture on her face, and his head was thrown proudly back, and all because they had been ordering a piano on the hire system. So they were to be married directly. It was all rather contemptible, but I passed on tolerantly, for it is only when she is unhappy that this woman disturbs me, owing to a clever way she has at such times of looking more fragile than she really is. |
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