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Baines, with an air of quiet reasoning, of putting herself on a level with Sophia. "You can't stay at school for ever, my pet, can you? Out of my way!" She hurried across the kitchen with a pie, which she whipped into the oven, shutting the iron door with a careful gesture. "Yes," said Sophia. "I should like to be a teacher. That's what I want to be."

Then Petey Simmons, who had been taking a minor part in the assault in order to give his wheels full play, rose and beckoned the crowd outside. We left Ole and clustered around him. "Now, this won't do at all," he said. "Are we going to let Eta Bita Pie be made the laughing-stock of the college? If we can't initiate that human quartz mill by force let's do it by strategy. I've got a plan.

With the prunes and dried-apple pie, the stranger expanded. "Warm day, miss," he ventured. "Yes, it is a little warm," said Susan. She ventured a direct look at him. Above the pleasant, kindly eyes there was a brow so unusually well shaped that it arrested even her young and untrained attention. Whatever the man's character or station, there could be no question as to his intelligence.

And all at once two Tall Corn Soldiers stood on each side of him, grabbed him by one arm, and growled: "About face forward march!" And the first thing he knew, he was being hustled very swiftly over towards the Pond. The Little Red Apples and the Shiny Pie Pans rolled on ahead, chattering gaily to each other; Mr.

I shouldn't wonder if poor Prince Zastrow has been the victim of something of the sort. It is quite possible that expiring Tsardom had a finger in the pie. At any rate, there was a Russian officer in the Castle the day he disappeared. I should very much like to see the sort of explanation he could give of the affair, if he chose."

"Then I suppose you don't care for any of the pie when it's baked," said his mother, coolly; "folks who can't help along in the work, shouldn't have any of the good things when they're passed around." "Oh, yes, I do want some pie," declared Joel, vehemently. "Dave and me both want some; don't we, Dave?" "Yes, I do," said little Davie, "very much indeed, Mamsie."

"We must, I suppose, eat humble pie after the things you said to him, Aunt Clare, the other day, but I must confess it's the only chance. He will be decent about it, I'm sure I think you scarcely realise how nasty it promises to be." "Who is to ask?" said Garrett. "I will ask him," said Clare suddenly. "Perhaps after all Robin is right he might do something."

"Does the doctors think your husband will get well?" he asked, finishing off his pie. "Oscar!" cried Jane. "Jane, you keep quiet. These are business questions. If Sardox and I are going to run this dam, we got to understand each other's limitations. I can't ask him if he's going to die." "We just don't know anything about it," said Pen, gently. "Mr.

In the afternoon Skinny and Carolyn June went for a ride down the valley. It was her first opportunity to try the new saddle. Skinny was mounted on Old Pie Face and Carolyn June rode Browny, a dependable old cow-horse. "Gee," Carolyn June remarked as they passed the circular corral. "I'd like to ride the Gold Dust maverick with this outfit!"

Every detail of our existence, where it is worth while to cross the ocean after pie and pudding, is made alive and enthralling by the presence of genuine desire; but it is all one to me whether Croesus has a hundred or a thousand thousands in the bank.