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Sometimes the ladies speak cross to me, and shut the door hard at me, and sometimes the gentlemen slap me in the face, and kick my basket, and then I come home, and mother says not to cry, for may be I'll do better to-morrow. Sometimes I get my basket almost full, and then put it by for to-morrow; and then, if next day we have enough, I take this to a poor woman next door.
They then passed to Yebahdi, who holds with both hands a basket containing the two yellow ears of corn wrapped with pine twigs that were used in the children’s ceremony, and indulged in similar antics over the goddess. As each representative of the gods threw up his hands she raised her basket high above and in front of her head.
I, who had come there a homeless orphan in a basket, and who, with the God-given eloquence of childhood had brought them to take me to their hearts and the old man that was with me as well, was now the only son left to Elizabeth and David Brower.
Each Babe offers to the other a bite of bun alternately. A young lady carrying a basket on her arm. Costume in accordance with the story.
Such was Russell Aubrey's history; such his situation at the beginning of his seventeenth year. "Irene, your father will be displeased if he sees you in that plight." "Pray, what is wrong about me now? You seem to glory in finding fault. What is the matter with my 'plight' as you call it?" "You know very well your father can't bear to see you carrying your own satchel and basket to school.
She was, she said, going back to the lawn, the glare of Pleasant Street was fatiguing; and she proceeded through the house with the surety of his following. But on the close-cut emerald sod there was no sign of him, and she found a seat in a basket chair by the willow tree beyond.
"In bed yet, and he had better stay there, for I've no breakfast for him." Leo suspected what was the matter. Taking a basket from a peg, and a bowl from the dresser, he went out into the fields. Everything was sodden with the rain, but the birds were singing with all their might; those that were not were repairing the ravages of the storm.
When the workmen passed in the morning, they beheld this poor little being seated on the pavement, overcome with drowsiness, and often fast asleep in the shadow, crouched down and doubled up over his basket.
When their train came along Aunt Cyrilla established herself in one seat and her basket in another, and looked beamingly around her at her fellow travellers.
It was a heart-shaped basket of pink roses; "but mine I couldn't bring. You must come and see it. Will you dine with us tonight?" "Oh, I am so busy." "You are not too busy for that. Let your little Jean take charge." Jean, all in white with her white veil and red crosses was more than ever like a little nun.
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