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"Yes," said Mabel, a solitary-looking figure plodding along the high-road. "I do hope auntie won't be very furious." "Have another bun," suggested Gerald kindly, and a sociable munching followed. It was the aunt herself who opened to a very pale and trembling Mabel the door which is appointed for the entrances and exits of the domestic staff at Yalding Towers.
Stop pulling my hair! Oh, it hurts!" Russ and Laddie looked at one another in surprise. Neither of them was near Mun Bun, and yet they could see the little fellow standing close to one of the spinning wheels, and his golden hair stuck straight out behind him, just as if an unseen hand had hold of it and was pulling it hard. "Oh, stop! Stop! You hurt!" sobbed Mun Bun. "Let go my hair!"
"Oh, I guess so," was the answer, and the lunchman was not angry now, for he saw he would lose nothing by what Mun Bun had done. The six little Bunkers ate well, for the other five, as well as Mun Bun, were hungry.
Use flat pans, a little deeper than Spanish bun pans, and put paper over the top.
The cold water and the long spells of sleep I had enjoyed. I believe in reality that I was much longer than four days after I had finished the last bun, but I will not be positive, lest people should doubt the fact. The greater part of the time, however, was spent in sleep.
She liked to act the dropping of the bun into the poor man's hand as she went past him, and would take up any article near her in order to illustrate the gesture she had used. 'Don't cry, Bella, said Hester. 'Niver play with watches again. I didn't see thee at mine, or I'd ha' stopped thee in time. But I'll take it to old Darley's on th' quay-side, and maybe he'll soon set it to rights again.
Bobby ate the bun soberly and then sat up against Auld Jock's feet, that dangled helplessly from the bed. The bells died away from the man's ears before they had ceased playing. Both the church and the University bells struck the hour of two then three then four.
I suppose the ancient Romans brought cushions." Mr. Dod did not appear to hear me. "In the third row below," he exclaimed, blushing joyfully, "the sixth from this end do you see? Yellow bun under a floral hat Isabel!" "A yellow bun under a floral hat," I repeated, "that would be Isabel, if you add a good complexion and a look of deportment. Yes, now I see her. Mrs. Portheris on one side, Mr.
Another young woman came, laughing and shaking lots of ringlets. 'Don't you see he's not a common boy? he doesn't whine, she remarked, and handed me a stale bun, saying, 'Here, Master Charles, and you needn't say thank you. 'My name is Harry Richmond, and I thank you very much, I replied.
The gardener often talked to the littlest Bunkers, and he saw, too, that they did no more mischief around the greenhouse. When he saw them that afternoon trotting down the hill toward the poultry houses he failed to follow them. He had his work to do, of course, and it did not enter his head that Mun Bun and Margy could get into much trouble with the poultry.
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