Copy-Cat and Other Stories by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman
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ordered, crossly. Johnny obeyed. When she had
finished putting the baby-carriage to rights she turned upon poor little Johnny Trumbull, and her face wore the expression of a queen of tragedy. "Well," said Lily Jennings, "I suppose I shall have to marry you when I am grown up, after all this." Johnny gasped. He thought Lily the most beau- tiful girl he knew, but to be confronted with murder and marriage within a few minutes was almost too much. He flushed a burning red. He laughed fool- ishly. He said nothing. "It will be very hard on me," stated Lily, "to marry a boy who tried to murder his nice aunt." Johnny revived a bit under this feminine disdain. "I didn't try to murder her," he said in a weak voice. "You might have, throwing her down in all that awful dust, a nice, clean lady. Ladies are not like boys. It might kill them very quickly to be knocked down on a dusty road." "I didn't mean to kill her." "You might have." "Well, I didn't, and -- she --" |
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