"
"What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly. Where is he, Sir? Can I see him?"
"No, that you can't," answered Mrs. You’re tired, of
course. . She was glad not to be
baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters
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invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief.
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