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And so when King came softly downstairs, with his shoes in his hand, he found the luncheon basket packed, and the feminine portion of the picnic all ready to start. "Good work!" he said, approvingly, as he lifted the basket, greatly pleased with its size and weight.
We compute the year from the day on which the sun crosses the line, and on its setting that evening there is a general shout throughout the land; at least I can speak from my own knowledge throughout our vicinity. The people at the same time make a great noise with rattles, not unlike the basket rattles used by children here, though much larger, and hold up their hands to heaven for a blessing.
"I'm always up at half-past six, but I don't always get out so soon. I wanted to get a nice head of cabbage and some lentils for a soup, and if you don't go to market early, the restaurants get all the best." "And you've been to market already, Miss Baker?" "Oh, my, yes; and I got a fish a sole see." She drew the sole in question from her basket. "Oh, the lovely sole!" exclaimed Trina.
Anna looked out through the barn door across the wet fields, the drenched hillsides, shrouded in mist. "I don't know," she said. And she got up to go home. "Well, good-by," said Juliet. Just then Mrs. Wicket came in from the road, with a basket on her arm. When she saw Anna standing in front of the barn she grew pink and confused. For she thought that Anna had come to call on her.
"Thank heaven you're mistaken," she said; "they spared me the 'Be' . It's truly just 'Linda." "Well, I'm not sparing you the 'Be ," said Donald, busy with the fastenings of the lunch basket. "Did you hear where I used it?" "Yes, child, and I like it heaps," said Linda casually. "It's fine to have you like me. Awfully proud of myself."
"Lots of things!" answered Lord Fauntleroy briskly; "but first I'd give Mary some money for Bridget that's her sister, with twelve children, and a husband out of work. She comes here and cries, and Dearest gives her things in a basket, and then she cries again, and says: 'Blessin's be on yez, for a beautiful lady. And I think Mr.
Joseph will not notice the difference till we're gone." It fell out as Mrs. Ralston had planned. The dawn broke fine and clear over a vast white world. Mr. and Mrs. Joseph were early astir; breakfast for the storm-stayed travellers was cooked and eaten by lamplight; then the horse and sleigh were brought to the door and Mr. Ralston carried out his empty basket.
And the cause of it all seemed to be a smaller girl who stood by with a basket in her arms. "Here you be, Lizzie!" cried one. "Here's a young lady and gentleman coming with money in their pockets." Lizzie turned. She was a child of fourteen, perhaps; brown skinned, with shy, wild eyes.
He says, that a fine Newfoundland dog, which was kept at an inn in Dorsetshire, was accustomed every morning as the clock struck eight, to take in his mouth a certain basket, placed for the purpose, containing a few pence, and to carry it across the street to a baker's, who took out the money, and replaced it by the proper number of rolls.
He came to the great hill of ice, and was as surprised as Hans had been, and found it as hard to cross. Many times he slipped, and he was much frightened at the noises, and was very glad to get across, although he had lost his basket of bread and wine. Then he came to the same hill of sharp, red stone, without grass or shade, that Hans had climbed. And like Hans he became very thirsty.
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