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Into the depths of his concentration came the odor of tsin-tsin flowers, followed by the familiar, silkie voice of his arch-enemy. "I see you are deep in thought, my friend. I trust it indicates your complete recovery." Dr. Ku Sui stood smiling in the doorway, his same bodyguard of three armed men behind him. His sardonic words brought no reply. He went on: "I hope so.
Bear told her, "and I am going out to fetch something to eat. Wake up Cuffy and Silkie and tell them that it is time to get up." Gently Mrs. Bear roused Cuffy and Silkie. "Come, children! Run out and play and get your lungs full of nice, fresh air. Now, be good and don't go far away!" she said. For a few minutes Cuffy stood in the doorway and blinked and blinked.
I had clean forgotten all about the reputed ghost till my host said 'good-night' at the door of my bedroom and bade me call him if I got a 'gliff' in the night from the apparition of 'Silkie' so he informed me the lady was called locally. 'You've got your retriever with you, he said, 'so no doubt you will feel protected.
It was something white that Mrs. Bear saw, and it hung over the tree-tops; and where the wind had caught it it was spun out thin, like a veil. It was exactly what Mrs. Bear had feared it was smoke! The forest was afire! And Mrs. Bear was very much alarmed. She sent Cuffy and Silkie into the house, because she wanted to be sure that they wouldn't wander off into the woods.
Bear exclaimed, as soon as she saw her husband. "Wherever did you get that lovely little pig?" There now you know what it was that Mr. Bear had. "It came from Farmer Green's, my dear," Mr. Bear said. "I remembered that this was your birthday, and so I thought I would bring home something 'specially nice, so that we could have a real feast." Cuffy and Silkie had never eaten any pig before.
His nose, instead of being smooth and pointed, was one great lump. And he hadn't a sign of an eye just two slits. "What's the matter with you?" Mr. Bear asked again. "Are you ill? Have you the black measles?" At that, Mrs. Bear rose hastily from the table and snatched Silkie up from her high-chair and took her right out of the room. The thought of black measles frightened Mrs. Bear.
Bear had gone off down the mountain, "to see a bear," as he explained to his wife, little Cuffy sneaked away from the house. His mother was making the beds, and Silkie was pretending to help her. Now, nobody sneaks unless he knows he is doing something wrong. Cuffy knew that his parents would not let him go down into the valley alone, so he went without asking.
He measured his way quickly over to the buttercup, his little back fairly popped into the air every other half second as he went furiously humping himself along. He found the cobweb covered with the gold dust of the buttercup, and taking it up hastily he hurried back. He knew just the spot where Stingy would dance before Silkie, beside a tall piece of Timothy Grass.
A hundred times better!... A hundred And now Cuffy was fast asleep and I am sorry to say it sucking one of his paws for all the world as if it was a piece of Farmer Green's maple-sugar. Another day had come and all the morning long Cuffy Bear and his sister Silkie played and played as hard as they could. They played that they were making maple-sugar.
After that she went bustling into the house, and taking the silkie tassel from a piece of Timothy Grass she swept the house out till it was as clean and fresh as a May morning. She was very happy; it was her nephew Sandy Ant's birthday and he was coming of age, for he was just twenty-one hours old.
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