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Oh, Mamma, it's all broken." "Is it?" cried Bumpo, and he hurried down so fast that he hit his nose, and sneezed. "Yes, it's all cracked open," said Mappo. "Oh, goodie!" Of course Mappo didn't just say that in so many words, but he talked, in his monkey talk, just as you children would have done, had the same thing happened to you.
"Oh, well, I'll see about it," said Mrs. Brown, more with the idea of getting Bunny and his sister off to bed than because she really thought they could ever give a show. She had an idea they would forget all about it by morning. "Oh, goodie!" cried Sue, for when her mother said: "I'll see about it," it generally meant that something would happen.
This is not mere "goodie, goodie," but an important lesson in Mental Science, for our subjective mind takes its colour from our settled mental habits, and an occasional affirmation or denial will not be sufficient to change it; and we must therefore cultivate that tone which we wish to see reproduced in our conditions whether of body, mind, or circumstance.
You boys had a nice time the other day, playing in the woods, when you saved your papa and his hat from the wolf's den, and so now it is Pinky's turn to have some fun. I'll take her shopping with me." "Oh goodie!" cried Baby Pinky, and she jumped into her go-cart and out again, making the springs jounce up and down like anything. "But I'll give you and Flop each a penny," said Mrs.
She is the South American condor and I'm sure she will be able to carry you somewhere." "All of us?" asked Kernel Cob. "Why, yes, indeed," replied Napoleon, "she is about ten times as big as you and very strong." "Oh, goodie," said Sweetclover, "where is she?" "Over there," answered Napoleon. "Just say I sent you and she will do anything for you."
The first one he wrote began 'Darling Goodie, and ended up 'Your loving little Boy. Well, it appears that she did not think this was a suitable way for him to address her, so she wrote and told him that he was not to write like that again, but to remember his position, and that God had made him her superior.
Twistytail, the pig lady, one morning, when she had given Curly and Floppy and Baby Pinky their breakfast of sour milk with cornmeal stirred in it, "now, children, run out and play. I have the sweeping and dusting to do, and then I am going to make an apple pie." "Oh, goodie!" cried Curly. "Do you want us to help you, mamma?"
"You may keep store for me, Bunny and Sue." "Goodie!" exclaimed Sue, clapping her hands. Then she happened to remember that she must not make too much noise, and she grew quieter. "I'll open the front door and take down the sign," said Bunny. "We'll wait on the customers for you, Mrs. Golden."
"Oh, no," answered Mr. Brown. "Don't be afraid. Bunker and I fastened down the tent good and strong. It can't blow over." "But I'm getting all wet!" cried Bunny. "The water's leaking all over my bed, Daddy!" "Yes, I didn't know there was a hole in the tent. I'll fix it to-morrow," said Bunny's father. "You get in my bed, Bunny!" "Oh, goodie!" Bunny cried.
I'll dig up a bunch of you violets, who want a change, and take you with me for a walk. I will leave some earth on your roots so you won't die, and we shall see what happens." "Oh, goodie!" cried the violets. So Uncle Wiggily dug them up with his paws, putting some cool moss around their roots, and when they had said good-by to the mother violet away they went traveling with the bunny uncle.
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