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"If his tastes are the same as mine he'll want to come and hunt along my stone wall. And there'll be trouble if he does that! The fur will fly!" Tommy Fox turned his head away, for he simply had to enjoy a grin and he didn't want Grumpy Weasel to see it. "I'm sorry I spoke about the stranger," he said glibly, as soon as he could keep his face straight. "But I thought the news would please you."
"Exactly," remarked the coroner dryly. "What about Monday night? Tell us, Grimes, what occurred in that house between midnight Monday and five o'clock Tuesday morning." "Haven't much to tell," was the grumpy response. "I went upstairs about half-past eleven and got down the next morning at the usual hour, seven o'clock." "And you heard no disturbing sounds in the night?" "No; sir.
He had spoken to Master Robin, not dreaming that he could save himself. To make matters worse, Grumpy had found Mr. Chippy's nest empty. And Grumpy Weasel was the sort of person that liked to find a bird at home when he called. It always made him more ill-natured than usual to make a call for nothing. And now he had let a stupid young Robin escape him.
"Yes," said mother, "I'm sure Partridge is very good and kind, but she's old, you know, Horace. Audrey and the boys must have a young nurse, besides I wish Pierson were not going to be married." Pierson was the nurse we had just then she was going to be married in a fortnight, but we didn't much care. She had only been about a year with us, and we counted her rather a grumpy nurse.
Nowhere on all the Green Meadows was there such a cry-baby as Danny Meadow Mouse. So Danny sat on his doorstep and cried because no one would play with him and he was lonely. The more he thought how lonely he was, the more he cried. Presently along came old Mr. Toad. Now Mr. Toad looks very grumpy and out of sorts, but that is because you do not know old Mr. Toad.
She had pictured him a dragon. The Angel loved him, but the Angel was such a saint, and would love any old husband. Clo expected to see a grumpy graybeard. Roger expected to see a washed-out invalid of indefinite type, a young woman of the shabbiest shop-girl order. What Clodagh saw, when she followed Mrs.
When, in a few days, a letter came to her from Miss Barfoot, she tore it Open, and there yes, there was Everard's handwriting. Mary had sent the communication for her to read. 'DEAR COUSIN MARY, After all I was rather too grumpy In my last note to you. But my patience had been desperately tried.
One evening towards the end of October, John Potter and Isaac, having "lighted up," sat down to a game of draughts. It was blowing hard outside, and heavy breakers were bursting on the rock and sending thin spray as high as the lantern, but all was peace and comfort inside; even Isaac's grumpy spirit was calmer than usual.
I'll tell him where, when and how you want to race, and there's no doubt that your plan will please him." "I hope it won't!" Grumpy Weasel snarled. "I've never pleased anybody yet; and I don't mean to." And that goes to show what an ill-natured scamp he was. Old Mr. Crow and Jimmy Rabbit had a good laugh over Grumpy Weasel's plan for a race with Jimmy. They thought it a great joke.
This is a 'specially good pie, and Elspeth can 'most beat Faith when it comes to dough. Mrs. Deacon Hopper sent us the ham a whole one, all boiled and baked with sugar and cloves. It's simply fine! The lilacs I took the deacon did the work all right. He was so tickled that he got over being grumpy, and calls Saint John a promising preacher now. Please taste the sandwiches.
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