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Show 72, Jeffries, Islamorada Looking a bit overheated in those crinolines. But reminiscent of the full flower of Munchkin land. With her miniature Tudor vogue. The whiskey raced in the little man. "Pintsize, they called me," he began. "Minnikin, hop o' my thumb. "Dearest I don't think anyone cares to hear-" "Oh all right," he offered sourly, like a mean child. Like a caught leprechaun, Dory thought,staring to catch the small fellow's gaze. Suddenly Mrs. Emmerling smiled very warmly at Dorian and her daughter, and put a hand to the young man's arm and said, "You'd like to see yourself. . . through her eyes. . ." "Our big towheaded baby girl," her husband began amiably, "She's really quite taken with you. . -" "Oh Daddy," she blushed over at him, where he seemeJd to be struggling to get up from the Barcalounger- "No more for you," Mrs. Emmerling said firmly. "But I'm thirsty," he countered. '"Our girl, our big baby-" he resumed. "Oh, Father." "Well now, lissen a' me a minute, will you, you see, I've kept in touch with the Midgets-things are looking up, there's fine grandchildren; we're breedin' toward the norm. . ." |