The Rectory Children by Mrs. Molesworth
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and I hate running, and I'm sure you know I do. But I suppose I must do
it to please you. You won't roar after me like Rough, anyway.' And off she set, her short legs exerting themselves valiantly for Smuttie's sake. He of course could have run much faster, but he was far too much of a gentleman to do so, and he stayed beside her, contenting himself every now and then by stopping short to look up at her, with a quick cheery bark of satisfaction and encouragement. CHAPTER III A TRYING CHILD 'I think words are little live creatures, A species of mischievous elves.' _Child Nature._ Bride and Smuttie did not overtake Mrs. Vane and Rosalys, for they were running towards the sea, whereas the others were walking straight along the shore. But the dog's bark and the sound once or twice of the child's voice speaking to him came clearly through the still winter air. Mrs. Vane stopped for a moment and looked after them. She and Alie had been talking about Bridget as they walked. 'There she is again,' said her mother, 'as merry and thoughtless as can |
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