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"On your bare body?" asked Pelle. Rud nodded. In a second Pelle was out of his trousers again, and running to a patch of nettles. He pulled them up with the assistance of a dock-leak, as many as he could hold, and came back again. Rud lay down, face downwards, on a little mound, and the whipping began.

At the big thorn Rud was standing waiting for him; he fell in, and they ran side by side like two blown nags, breathing hard and with heads hanging low. Their coat-collars were turned up about their ears, and their hands pushed into the tops of their trousers to share in the warmth of their bodies. The sleeves of Pelle's jacket were too short, and his wrists were blue with cold.

"It could just squeeze its body through, just exactly!" And he jumped again, squeezing himself together. The mouse swam to land, but Rud was there, and pushed it out again with his foot. "It swam well," he said, laughing. It made for the opposite bank. "Look out for the fellow!" Rud roared, and Pelle sprang forward and turned it away from the shore with a good kick.

In less than a minute they had uncovered the nest, and laid the little pink, new-born mice out on the grass. They looked like half-hatched birds. "They are ugly," said Pelle, who did not quite like taking hold of them, but was ashamed not to do so. "They're much nastier to touch than toads. I believe they're poisonous." Rud lay pinching them between his fingers. "Poisonous! Don't be silly!

Oh, Pelle meant to be rich! And then he was always itching to spend it spend it in such a way that he got everything for it, or something he could have all his life. They sat upon the bank of the stream and wrangled in a small way. Rud did his best to inspire awe, and bragged to create an impression.

Mustawfi adds a long account of the town, its markets and its shrines, giving the names of the various canals derived from the Hari Rud. The religious bodies which enjoy rights of subjects under the protection of law are four, the Jews, the Christians, the Majus, and the Sabiah.

Pelle tried, as he had so often done before, to bend his little brain round the possible tricks of his playmate, but failed. "You may just as well come up close," he said stoutly. "For if I wanted to, I could easily catch you up." Rud came. "Now we'll catch big mice." he said. "That's better fun."

Rud was smoking a bit of cane that he had cut off the piece his mother used for cleaning the stove-pipes, and Pelle bartered some of his dinner for a few pulls at it. First they seated themselves astride the bullock Cupid, which was lying chewing the cud.

I might have known it seen you on the rud more than once. But I don't know all you rich folks apart. Wouldn't have spoke so frank if I'd knowed who you was." "I'm glad you did, Mr. Jenney," she answered. "I wanted to know what people think." "Well, it's almighty complicated," said Mr. Jenney, shaking his head. "I don't know by rights what to think.

Even in that sandy plain, covered with sickly, stunted pines and burned patches, stretching westward from the Merrimac, Silas saw beauty and colour, life in the once prosperous houses not yet abandoned.... Presently, the hills, all hyacinth blue, rise up against the sunset, and the horses' feet are on the "Boston Road" or rud, according to the authorized pronunciation of that land.