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Granny Pyetangle frequently went to have a chat with Dame Fossie, her large sun-bonnet shading her wrinkled old face, a handkerchief crossed neatly over her print bodice.
It'll seem only the devil's shootin' black lightnings across the page, as poor blessed granny used to say, and she believed witches could do it to you in her time, when they was evil-minded. No! This violent end to her petition was wrought by the farmer grasping her arm to bring her to her feet. "Go to bed, mother." "I shan't open it," she repeated, defiantly.
"Ah, Granny," grinned Grand-daddy, "Wink and Wiggle are perfectly safe, but I can't truthfully call 'em sound just yet. I must dose 'em awhile before they will be sound enough to go back to the attic. Pine breezes, fresh air and sunshine, Granny, that's what they need. I'm sure Debby Field-Mouse isn't complaining because Pile of Rails burned. She is as happy as a lark in her Cosy Retreat.
The ogress did not seem so uneasy about the child, saying: "It's the picture of the man running from the Police Granny goes by, and 'tis no more than any boy might draw." Whereat Sister Nora said, laughing: "You needn't get scared about Mickey, if that's it. He's just a young monkey." But the old woman seemed still to be concealing disquiet, saying only: "I had no thought of the boy."
It is like reposing on a feather-bed to live here, and my tired nerves rejoice in it, said Lavinia, eating bread and cheese as if that was her mission in life. 'A slight amount of haste will be advisable, my Granny, unless we intend to spend all our substance on these restful comforts of yours.
But he remembered now, and he dodged into the tunnel that led to the old fence post, running faster than ever, for though his heart was in his mouth from fear, in his heart was hope, and hope is a wonderful thing. Now old Granny Fox knew all about that old fence post and she remembered all about those barbed wires fastened to it.
Tomorrow morning there will be nothing whatever in the shoe. I can tell you that now." But little Gretchen would not listen. She only shook her head and cried out: "Ah, Granny, you do not talk enough to the stars." With this she seized the shoe, and opening the door, hurried out to place it on the window sill.
He thought he had missed and he growled to himself: "I'll get that fox yet for stealing my pet chicken!" VIII. Granny Fox Takes Care of Reddy Reddy Fox was so sore and lame that he could hardly hobble. He had had the hardest kind of work to get far enough ahead of Bowser the Hound to mix his trail up so that Bowser couldn't follow it.
Many men of the neighbourhood had gone away somewhere that was certain; but Sam and I had a theory that the war was only a story. We had been fooled about old granny Thomas's bringing the baby and long ago we had been fooled also about Santa Claus. The war might be another such invention, and we sometimes suspected that it was.
This was not quite uncoloured by the vague indictment against Mrs. Picture about Dave, who had, somehow, qualified for the receipt of forgiveness. Which implies some offence to condone. Shadowy as the offence was, Granny Marrable could not ignore it altogether. "Good looks are skin-deep so they say! But it's not for me to be setting up for judge.
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