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never will be the least bit interested or pleased in strawberries he 'd picked for his father's supper; anything, nor show that everything is n't just the but Bridget hardly looked at us when she came way she expected it to be. You know there 's out-only at the strawberries, and then she
sniffed. "That 'll be all you get fer ye'r supper," she said; "I ain't had no time to cook, you-all running away to pleasure yourselves in the woods, and l'aving me to half break my neck over that squawkin' little Dickie bird !"
Remember there were now in the hay-wagon, Pete, and Sallie, and Nora, and the farmer, and me—the baby was still asleep, and he could n't talk anyhow. Well, as true as true, it sounded as though just one person with a monstrous big voice shouted out, “DICK !!!" we all said it together so.
“Yes, Dick!" snapped Bridget, crossly. "Just after you-all went out, I heard him squallin'. Master Pete had lift the dure to th’ cage open again, and th' little fool bird had few out and got his feet tangled up in the net curtains. I had to climb on a step-ladder to git him down-me at my age-and the rheumatism in me knees something fierce!"
It was so still when she stopped talking, you could hear the little chink of the bits in the horses' mouths. Nobody said a word until I asked Nora, in a very queer-sounding voice, "But, Nora, I thought you looked out of the window and saw him Ay into the crab-apple-tree?"
And Nora said (her voice was very queersounding, too, and she hung down her head): "Sure, now I mind me that th' windy was shut.”
There was such a great noise back of me just then that I thought something had exploded. It was the farmer laughing. And then I laughed. And then Pete and Sallie did. And then all of a sudden, Nora threw back her head, and her laugh was the heartiest and jolliest of all. She had n't looked so cheerful since she landed.
Well, we laughed, and we laughed, and we laughed, and Bridget got crosser and crosser, because we could n't get our breaths enough to tell her the joke; and so, shouting and choking and gurgling, we unloaded ourselves, thanked the farmer, and said good-by. As far away as we could see him down the street, we could make out that he was still doubling over and whacking his knee with his hand, and then holding his sides as though he certainly would fly to pieces.
We went into the house and had supper"L'AVING ME 10 HALF BREAK MY NECK OVER THAT SQU'AWKIN LITTLE DICKIE BIRD!
Bridget had a beautiful supper ready. She al
ways does, for all her talk-and we put the baby nothing more disagreeable than somebody who to bed. won't be surprised. We thought this time we Then Pete and Sallie and I had a serious talk surely would give her a turn, driving up that way on the dreadful dangers of being 'maginative, in a hay-wagon, with our hands full of wild and to fix it in our minds, I wrote all this down, flowers, and Pete's cap running over with wild and read it to them to see if it was right. They
say I have everything in but that about the fish this: it came over me with a rush that the only in the brook, and I can't go back and tell about people in this story who were n't 'maginative that now. The story is told.
were those tramps and Bridget; and they certainly
missed all the lovely, lovely time the rest of us P.S.- But now it is later, Pete and Sallie have had! So perhaps it is better, if you have to gone to bed, and their father and I have been choose, to be 'maginative rather than not, but you talking things over; and I must say that it 's only must not mind looking very, very foolish when fair to put down something I thought of. It 's somebody who is n't tells you what 's what.
For the beasts, they drew on the regular Zoo,
(And of course you know
There are some who go
For the animals that they see there).
For, lacking those
At circus shows,
To conduct the show, (with the whip, you know,)
And they searched the town
For a competent clown,
Though later they came to rue it.
Performed with ease
On the Flying Trapeze;
Katharine Maynadier Daland 1912
Katharine Maynadier Daland 1912
Well, it turned out right, for the day was bright,
They had a gnu
And a kangaroo
And the Spring-leg Cassowary;
Played music which
Was off the pitch,
The scene was gay in the tent that day
in the Grande Entrée !
And the lions roared
You'd have thought they were surely fighting; While the Band, in uniforms green and pink, Went boom-sing-a-cing-boom- pillie-willie-wink!
The horses pranced
And the elephant danced-