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... sweet milk , fried oysters , and cottage cheese ; and , as our mothers were always with us , we sometimes staid a while after tea , and played merry games . " When the days were short , and it grew dark before tea - time , we used to ...
... sweet milk , fried oysters , and cottage cheese ; and , as our mothers were always with us , we sometimes staid a while after tea , and played merry games . " When the days were short , and it grew dark before tea - time , we used to ...
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... the dark I heard Mrs. Wise's voice : ' Yes , I am afraid if she had been my child I should not have been so patient . ' " " You needn't , ' answered the sweet voice of one of our neighbors , a young married lady , 52 PATTY GRAY'S JOURNEY .
... the dark I heard Mrs. Wise's voice : ' Yes , I am afraid if she had been my child I should not have been so patient . ' " " You needn't , ' answered the sweet voice of one of our neighbors , a young married lady , 52 PATTY GRAY'S JOURNEY .
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... sweet face looked out so rosy and fresh from the black and gray garments she wore , that it was not very strange her eager little daughter should spring toward her , throw her arms about her , and cry out , ee - Oh , mamma ! how I do ...
... sweet face looked out so rosy and fresh from the black and gray garments she wore , that it was not very strange her eager little daughter should spring toward her , throw her arms about her , and cry out , ee - Oh , mamma ! how I do ...
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... sweet face ! " said the old woman , hobbling away . " Poor thing ! " said Mrs. Gray ; " that isn't a pleasant beginning - is it , Patty ? " Patty's eyes were wide open . This was a little like what she had come to see . She was still ...
... sweet face ! " said the old woman , hobbling away . " Poor thing ! " said Mrs. Gray ; " that isn't a pleasant beginning - is it , Patty ? " Patty's eyes were wide open . This was a little like what she had come to see . She was still ...
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... sweet potatoes ? " " Why , Patty ! " said her mother , clapping her hands . Patty could not tell whether her mother was pleased or not ; and she went on , very fast , to say , " Why , mamma , they never grow wild here now do they ...
... sweet potatoes ? " " Why , Patty ! " said her mother , clapping her hands . Patty could not tell whether her mother was pleased or not ; and she went on , very fast , to say , " Why , mamma , they never grow wild here now do they ...
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Page 44 - Pa brought me two pretty books full of pictures he got them in Alexandria they have pictures of dogs and cats and tigers and elefants and ever so many pretty things cousin bids me send you one of them it has a picture of an elefant and a little Indian boy on his back like uncle jo's sam pa says if I learn ray tasks good he will let uncle jo bring me to see you will you ask your ma to let you come to see me. Richard Henry Lee.
Page 45 - Ma says I may go to see you and stay all day with you next week if it be not rainy. She says I may ride my pony Hero, if uncle Ben will go with me and lead Hero. " I have a little piece of poetry about the picture book you gave me, but I mustn't tell you who wrote the poetry. " GW's compliments to RHL And likes his book full well, Henceforth will count him his friend, And hopes many happy days he may spend. Your good friend, George Washington. "I am going to get a whip-top soon and you may see it...
Page 1 - Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Page 45 - Dear Dickey, I thank you very much for the pretty picture book you gave me. Sam asked me to show him the pictures and I showed him all the pictures in it; and I read to him how the tame Elephant took care of the master's little boy, and put him on his back and would not let anybody touch his master's little son. I can read three or four pages sometimes without missing a word. Ma says I may go to see you and stay all day with you next week if it be not rainy. She says I may ride my pony Hero if Uncle...
Page 82 - 4. One of Alexander the Great; another of Julius Caesar; another of Charles XII. of Sweden; and a fourth of the King of Prussia. NB These are not to exceed fifteen inches in height, nor ten in width. 2 other Busts, of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough, somewhat smaller; 2 Wild Beasts, not to exceed twelve inches in height, nor eighteen in length. Sundry small ornaments for chimney-piece.
Page 45 - Elephant took care of the master's little boy, and put him on his back and would not let anybody touch his master's little son. I can read three or four pages sometimes without missing a word. Ma says I may go to see you and stay all day with you next week if it be not rainy. She says I may ride my pony Hero if Uncle Ben will go with me and lead Hero. I have a little piece of poetry about the picture book you gave me, but I mustn't tell you who wrote the poetry.
Page 62 - ... some oats, cooked an egg and a cup of coffee for myself at the little kerosene stove, and broke up a dog biscuit for Bock. I marvelled once more at the completeness of Parnassus's furnishings. Bock helped me to scour the pan. He sniffed eagerly at the cap when I showed it to him, and wagged his tail. It seemed to me that the only thing I could do was to leave Parnassus and the animals where they were and retrace my steps as far as the Pratt farm. Undoubtedly Mr. Pratt would be glad to sell me...