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In this the true story of the Candy Rabbit is told for the first time. Madeline tried to get the green grass-stain off her Rabbit's ear, but it would not come out. "Why don't you scrape it off?" asked Herbert. "Why, I might scrape off half his ear! No, indeed!" Madeline said. "Well, wash it off," suggested Dick, who had come over to play with Herbert. "Take him up to the bathroom and wash his ear.
He went bewildered into the bathroom to wash in cold water and bring back his senses. His hands were sore, and his face blazed with sun inflammation. He made himself neat as usual. It was ten minutes to ten. He would be very late. It was practically dark, though these bright days were endless. He wondered whether the children were in bed. It was too late, however, to wonder.
He was so afraid of being drowned before the water would soak off the candy and when the children tried to pull it off it nearly killed him with pain, for it took all the little fine hairs of his coat with it. The window of the bathroom was open and the doctor, coming out on his front porch to look at the sky before retiring, heard Zip howling somewhere across the street.
And they beat on till the man panted out: 'Two into the sack. The words were hardly out of his mouth, when the two crept back into the sack. Then the man shouldered the sack, and went off straight to his cousin's house. He hung the sack up on a nail, and said: 'Please have the bathroom heated, cousin.
In the white tiled Roman bathroom, the muddy circles suddenly out and angry beneath her eyes, her mother was standing before one of the full-length mirrors snickering. There was a fresh little grave on the inside of her right fore arm. Sometimes in the weeks that followed, a sense of the miracle of what was happening would clutch at Alma's throat like a fear. Louis did not know.
She went through the communicating door into the bedroom, and, from where he sat, he could see her go through another door into the bathroom, he guessed. In a moment, he heard a glass clink against a faucet. She had gone for a drink of water, to moisten her throat, like an orator preparing to deliver an address.
I decided to stick to dal and chappaties, and cheap creamrolls. The bathroom of the snake park looked very dirty and I usually avoided having a bath. I would wet my long hair and pretend that I had had a bath. When the Snake Park staff found out about this they decided to give me a bath.
She got into her clothes, shaking with cold and terror, and yet thinking very clearly, as she always did in a crisis. She put clean towels in the bathroom, pushed the table up to the bed, got a glass of water, straightened the covers, put away the clothes that the tired woman had left about the room. Doctor Hertz came.
"Ben, are you ready for breakfast? Come down. What do you do up there so long? You've been one solid hour splashing around the bathroom, as if I didn't have to get down on my hands and knees to wipe up the flood around the bathtub. Hurry! Your daughter has something to say to you." "Coming, Carrie. Don't get excited." "Don't get excited!
She danced ahead, through a spacious white-tiled bathroom and into the adjoining apartment. There an unexpected sight met the child's eyes. In the rosy depths of a large chintz chair sat Anna Belle, loyally keeping her eyes open in spite of the hour. Jewel rushed toward her.
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