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The fishing-rod was only explanatory to the extent of being too light and small for a man, and the basket's only contents were two pieces of oilcloth, apparently designed to keep wet plants from dripping too much. She rose and tiptoed out into the living-room. There might be more notes there.
'Why, you see, Ben, I've had a deal to do! she replied, looking busily after the safe removal into the house of all the packages and baskets: 'eight, nine, ten where's eleven? Oh! my basket's eleven! It's all right. Put the horse up, Harry, and if he coughs again give him a warm mash to-night. Eight, nine, ten. Why, where's eleven? Oh! forgot, it's all right. How's the children, Ben?
Not a bit like any ladder Mary Jane had ever seen before. "But the basket's up there, Bob," said Mary Jane, glad of some one to think aloud to, "and my grandmother she wouldn't tell me to go up if I couldn't, so I guess I'll try." She put one foot on the ladder and then the other. "Why, it's just like climbing a gate only it isn't a gate," she announced proudly, "and I'm way up a'ready!"
And was it not enjoyment, the enjoyment of omnipotence, to be able to say to himself that he was the master who could stay that basket's course, or allow it to go onward and accomplish its deadly purpose?
On a sunny Summer morning, Early as the dew was dry, Up the hill I went a berrying; Need I tell you tell you why? Farmer Davis had a daughter. And it happened that I knew, On each sunny morning, Jenny Up the hill went berrying too. Lonely work is picking berries, So I joined her on the hill: "Jenny, dear," said I, "your basket's Quite too large for one to fill."
Here his restlessness increased to such an extent that I ventured to ask him if he was in good health. "'It's that basket the covered basket which I have in the next room, he said. "'What's the trouble with the basket? I asked. "'The basket's all right but the contents worry me. "'May I inquire what the contents are? I ventured. "The professor rose.
This old basket's been here for years, but that looks like a brand new nest and a brand new family. You'll have something to tell your sister about when she comes now, won't you?" "And may I take them down to the house?" asked Mary Jane. "Look behind you and see if you want to," answered Grandmother.
"It'll be time enough to do that," returned John, "when I begin to leave things behind me. The basket's safe enough." "What a hard-hearted monster you must be, John, not to have said so at once, and save me such a turn! I declare I wouldn't go to Bertha's without the Veal and Ham Pie and things, and the bottles of Beer, for any money.
Sit upon this mound while I fetch a cup of water from the spring," and the girl ran a few steps farther. Returning with the water she said briskly, "now we will eat our lunch while we rest and talk, for I have a little story to tell you in the meantime," and the hands at the basket trembled a trifle. A cloth was spread upon the ground, and the basket's contents turned out upon it.
As Old Brownsmith says, gas and steam-engines and police have done away with them, and the road's safe enough, night or day." We jolted on past the policeman, who turned his bull's-eye lantern upon us for a moment, so that I could see Basket's ribs and the profile of Ike's great nose as he bent forward with his arms resting on his legs.
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