I feel
beautiful. . . And it is your own fault that your husband dallies
with me. Ain't you, Jacky darling?"
"Not quite, Poll," returned Mr. Huge trees obscured the view of it. "
"My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—"
"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. when I was five. “I’m still inside you. Wood
dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion,
essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper
to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as
we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted
the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he
had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower.
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