So you must try to be contented with making your name boyish
, and playing brother to us girls," said Beth, stroking the rough head with a hand that all the dish washing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.
He is concerned with boyish
af- fairs," she told herself.
The astonishment and bewilderment of the party had gradually given way to a boyish
and impatient interest.
I used to fancy, as I sat by him of an evening, on a green slope, and saw him watch the kite high in the quiet air, that it lifted his mind out of its confusion, and bore it (such was my boyish
thought) into the skies.
Then he asked me tenderly if I remembered our boyish
games at sums, and how we had gone together to have me bound apprentice, and, in effect, how he had ever been my favourite fancy and my chosen friend?
He remembered no mention of the weaver between them since the time, twelve years ago, when it was their boyish
sport to deride him; and, besides, his imagination constantly created an alibi for Dunstan: he saw him continually in some congenial haunt, to which he had walked off on leaving Wildfire--saw him sponging on chance acquaintances, and meditating a return home to the old amusement of tormenting his elder brother.
A pretty dream," said my soul, "though a little boyish
Get thy wounds healed, purvey thee a better horse, and it may be I will hold it worth my while to scourge out of thee this boyish
spirit of bravade.
Once, in boyish
mockery of Narcissus, he had kissed, or feigned to kiss, those painted lips that now smiled so cruelly at him.
He was striding along at his usual rapid pace, and Arthur pushed on his horse to overtake him, for he retained too much of his boyish
feeling for Adam to miss an opportunity of chatting with him.
Many dear old ladies who daily look at tiny shoes lying in lavender-scented drawers, and weep as they think of the tiny feet whose toddling march is done, and sweet-faced young ones who place each night beneath their pillow some lock that once curled on a boyish
head that the salt waves have kissed to death, will call me a nasty cynical brute and say I'm talking nonsense; but I believe, nevertheless, that if they will ask themselves truthfully whether they find it unpleasant to dwell thus on their sorrow, they will be compelled to answer "No.
I have tried to bring young Rattray before you with some hint of his freshness and his boyish
charm; and though the sense of failure is heavy upon me there, I who knew the man knew also that I must fail to do him justice.