Dreamland by Julie M. Lippmann
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when the body was going to get up in less time than it would take me to
wink,--I being only a little girl, and he being a most respected member of the Busy-bee Society. However, I suppose one must make allowances for the way in which children are brought up nowadays. When I was a little--" "Now, _please_ don't say, 'When I was a little girl,'--for you never were a little girl, you know," interrupted Betty, not intending to be saucy, but feeling rather provoked that a mere humble-bee should undertake to rebuke her. "Mamma always says, 'When I was a little girl,' and so does Aunt Louie, and so does everybody; and I 'm tired of hearing about it, so there!" The humble-bee gave his gorgeous waistcoat a pull which settled it more smoothly over his stout person, and remarked shortly,-- "In the first place, I was n't going to say, 'When I was a little girl.' I was going to say, 'When I was a little _leaner_,' but you snapped me up so. However, it's true, isn't it? Everybody was a little girl once, were n't she?--was n't they?--hem!--confusing weather for talking, very! And what is true one ought to be glad to hear, eh?" "But it is n't true that everybody was once a little girl; some were little boys. There!" "Do you know," whispered the humble-bee, in a very impressive undertone, as if it were a secret that he did not wish any one else to hear, "that you are a very re-mark-a-ble young person to have been able to remind me, at a moment's notice, that some were little boys? Why-ee!" |
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