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But it is sure that as soon as she showed an inclination to go back into the pines, Johnny protested in such an outrageous and heart-rending screeching that his mother simply could not leave him, and he showed no sign of coming down to be led away. Grumpy herself was fond of plum-jam.

"I got you out of the trap, as I had planned to all the time. I knew that if I could make you jump you'd pull your foot loose." Well, Peter Mink hardly believed that. But he thought there was no use of saying so. He was glad enough to escape Farmer Green's hired man's trap without having a dispute over the way it happened. "I hope you'll keep your promise," Grumpy told Peter Mink. "If Mr.

"Don't excite yourself," I replied, "or else address her, if you have any intentions that way. She does not look unapproachable; I fancy, although she appear to be a little bit grumpy." "Why don't you speak to her?" he said. "I don't know what to say, for I am always terribly stupid at first; I can never make advances to a woman in the street.

I only wish they had known half as well. My first customer was a grumpy old shopkeeper who needed neither tables nor bedsteads, so he said. But I had thought it all over and made up my mind that the first blow was half the battle. Therefore I knew better. I pushed my album under his nose, and it fell open at the extension tables. Cheap, I said, and rattled off the price.

Some hours afterwards, when Dr. Norman's task was done, and poor little Sophy lay white but peaceful on her bed, she looked up at the nurse, saying with a whimsical smile "I should like to see the grumpy man." "And so you shall, my dear," was the nurse's hasty assurance. "Whoever can that be?" she muttered under her breath. "Why, the grumpy man downstairs," reiterated Sophy.

"Then you must be glad to leave him." "No, no," groaned Sebek. "You foolish old owl," said Mastor. "Why do you care then for that grumpy niggard?" The negro did not answer for some time, then his lean breast heaved and fell, and, as if the dam were broken through that had choked his utterance, he burst out with a mixture of loud sobs: "The children, the little ones, our little ones.

But still, down in my heart, I couldn't help feeling as things were being changed for the better; yet it didn't quite suit my pocket that they should be, and so I were very cross, and ready to take everything by the wrong handle. So when the schoolmaster came and spoke to me, I were as grumpy at first as a bear with a sore head, as the saying is.

There was a momentary lull, broken by Hannah, who stalked in, laid two hot turnovers on the table, and stalked out again. These turnovers were an institution, and the girls called them 'muffs', for they had no others and found the hot pies very comforting to their hands on cold mornings. Hannah never forgot to make them, no matter how busy or grumpy she might be, for the walk was long and bleak.

"Don't you think," he quavered, "that we'd better wait a few days until I'm a bit smaller? I'm afraid I've been overeating lately and I might get stuck in a hole. And of course that would be awkward." "Ha, ha!" Grumpy Weasel actually laughed. But it was not what any one could call a hearty, wholesome, cheerful sort of laugh. On the contrary, it sounded very cruel and gloating. "Hoo, hoo!"

"Are you both ready?" he asked presently. "Yes, thank you!" Mr. Meadow Mouse answered. And Grumpy Weasel gave a sort of shrug, as if to say that he supposed he was. "First you may try that hole between those mossy stones," Mr. Owl announced, with a tilt of his head toward the wall. "Certainly!" cried Mr. Meadow Mouse. "You go first and I'll follow," Grumpy Weasel told him. And Mr.