Arthur Stringer

“ To make sure of such a powerful ally, Ali Baba made open and uninterrupted love to Peggy, who in return daily soiled his collars, rumpled up his hair, went through his pockets, climbed on his shoulders, and in time even forgot to think of her long-lost Teddie.
The woman who secretly treasured Ali Baba's flowers was a wise little lady, and understood, of course, and said nothing.
But as time went on, one fine day she and her Ali Baba fell out, as all young people will. Peggy may or may not have been at the bottom of it, for the working of a woman's heart is an inscrutable mystery to man. ”

“ And Hawkins won't be here, and we'll play trolley cars in the brougham, and we'll unbury the dead cat and have another funeral, and you can throw green apples at the Browns' gardener."
"And we'll play hare and hounds," said Ali Baba, "and piggie-in-the-hole, and French and English, and—and all the rest! And you'll be my girl after this, my sure-enough girl, and never go back on me, and you'll wait for me, and we'll marry each other some day and be happy ever afterwards."
When Ali Baba went away, Peggy sat wrapped in thought for some time. A new world had opened up for her. She sighed. ”

“ She killed mice and toads without a jot of fear, and could whittle with a jack-knife like a boy. When she cut her finger she tore a piece from the hem of her petticoat, bound up the wound, and went on with her work. She had climbed every tree in the garden, as one might easily know from the tell-tale holes always in her stockings. ”