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The Runaway Perambulator

           Hadshespokenassheapproached,Iamsureherwordswouldhavebeenasflushedasherface,butnowhermouthpuckeredasDavid’sdoesbeforehesetsforthuponhissmile,andIsawthatshethoughtshehadmeinaparleyatlast.

           “Icouldnothelpbeingalittleanxious,”shesaidcraftily,butImustown,withsomesweetness.

           Imerelyraisedmyhat,andatthatsheturnedquicklytoDavidIcannotunderstandwhythemovementwassohastyandloweredherfacetohis.Oh,littletrumpofaboy!Insteadofkissingher,heseizedherfacewithonehandandtriedtoworkhereyebrowsupanddownwiththeother.Hefailed,andhisobviousdisappointmentinhismotherwasasnectartome.

           “Idon’tunderstandwhatyouwant,darling,”saidsheindistress,andlookedatmeinquiringly,andIunderstoodwhathewanted,andletherseethatIunderstood.HadIbeenpreparedtoconversewithher,Ishouldhavesaidelatedlythat,hadsheknownwhathewanted,stillshecouldnothavedoneit,thoughshehadpractisedfortwentyyears.

           Itriedtoexpressallthisbyanothermovementofmyhat.

           ItcaughtDavid’seyeandatonceheappealedtomewiththemostperfectconfidence.ShefailedtoseewhatIdid,forIshylygavehermyback,buttheeffectonDavidwasmiraculous;hesignedtohertogo,forhewasengagedfortheafternoon.

           Whatwouldyouhavedonethen,reader?Ididn’t.InmygreatmomentIhadstrengthofcharactertoraisemyhatforthethirdtimeandwalkaway,leavingthechildtojudgebetweenus

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