The Melting of Molly by Maria Thompson Daviess
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or laced, but I'm not! I was going to tell you all about it. I'm really
inches bigger in the right place, and just--just 'controlled,' the woman called it, in the wrong place." The blood came back into his face, and he laughed as he gave me a little shake that pushed me away from him. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, child, or it might be serious," he said in the Billy-and-me tone of voice that I like a little, only-- "I never will," I said in a hurry; "I want you to ask me anything in the world you want to, and I'll always do it." "Well, let me take you home through the garden then--and, yes, I believe I'll stay to supper with Mrs. Henderson. Don't you want to tell me what a little girl like you did in a big city, and--and read me part of that Paris letter I saw the postman give Jane this afternoon?" Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett's letters always makes me so instantly cross. Leaf IV. Sleep is one of the most delightful and undervalued amusements known to the human race. I have never had enough yet, and every second of time that I'm not busy with something interesting, I curl up on the bed and go dream-hunting--only I sleep too hard to do much catching. But this |
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