The Madness of Philip: And Other Tales of ChildhoodMcClure, Phillips & Company, 1902 - 222 pages |
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Page 111 - Pancras' church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir; And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier, brier, And out of her lover's a brier.
Page 121 - Jagged," Ardelia returned laconically. "She'd lift y'r face off yer ! Is it the Dago picnic ? " The young lady shuddered, and seizing the hand which she imagined to have had least to do with the refuse, she led Ardelia away — the first stage of her journey to Arcady. Ardelia's origin, like that of the civilization of ancient Egypt, was shrouded in mystery. At the age of two months she had been handed to a policeman by a scared-looking boy, who said vaguely that he found her in the park under a...
Page 141 - I suppose she never had a chance ! Come out with me, Ardelia, and let's see which can pick the biggest bunch." And Ardelia, fortified by ham and eggs, went stolidly forth into the grass and silently attacked the daisies. In the middle of her bunch the new young lady paused. " Why, Ethel, she isn't barefoot!" she cried. "Come here, Ardelia, and take off your shoes and stockings directly. Shoes and stockings in the country ! Now you'll know what comfort is," as she unlaced the boots rapidly on the...
Page 138 - Wonder how deep th' oF pond is, anyhow ? ' He was just a leetle — well, he'd had a drop too much, y' see " " Had a what ? " interrupted Ardelia. " He was sort o' rollin' 'round — he didn't know just what he was doin' " "Oh ! Jagged ! " said Ardelia comprehendingly
Page 142 - Now you'll know what comfort is," as she unlaced the boots rapidly on the porch. " Oh, she's been barefoot in the city," explained Miss Forsythe, " but this will be different, of course." And so it was, but not in the sense she intended. To patter about bare-legged on the clear, safe pavement, was one thing ; to venture unprotected into that waving, tripping tangle was another. She stepped cautiously upon the short grass near the house, and with jaw set and narrowed lids felt her way into the higher...
Page 143 - But Ardelia, chattering with nervousness, wept for her shoes, and sat high and dry in a rockingchair for the rest of the morning. " She's a queer child,
Page 14 - They like a dry place," said Mrs. RBM Smith. " Now what do you suppose the dog did ? " It may be that successive failures had disheartened the listeners ; it may be that the very range presented alike to the dog and them for choice dazzled their imaginations. At any rate they made no answer. " Nobody knows what the dog did ? " repeated the story-teller encouragingly. " What would you do if you saw a little white kitten like that ?" Again a silence. Then Philip remarked gloomily:
Page 130 - Now pick them! Pick the daisies!" cried Miss Forsythe excitedly. "I want to see you. ' ' Ardelia looked blank. "Huh?" she said. " Gather them. Get a bunch. Oh, you poor child! Mrs. Slater, she doesn't know how ! ' ' Miss Forsythe was deeply moved, and illustrated by picking imaginary daisies on the porch. Ardelia's quick eyes followed her gestures, and stooping, she scooped the heads from three daisies and started back with them, staring distrustfully into the depths of the thick clinging grass as...
Page 14 - It was a little kitten," said the storyteller, decidedly. " A little white kitten. She was standing right near a great big puddle of water. And what else do you think I saw ? ' ' " Another kitten ? " suggested Marantha conservatively.
Page 120 - She brushed the garbage from her dress — Ardelia was of that emancipated order of women who disapprove of the senseless multiplication of feminine garments, and wore, herself, but one — and regarded her rescuer impatiently. "What's the matter?