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Then he hopped on through the woods to the hollow stump bungalow. He had not quite reached it when, all of a sudden, there was a rustling in the hushes, and out from behind a bramble bush jumped a big black bear. Not a nice good bear, like Neddie or Beckie Stubtail, but a bear who cried: "Ah, ha! Oh, ho! Here is some one whom I can bite and scratch! A nice tender rabbit chap! Ah, ha! Oh, ho!"
Nodelman's cousin caught me watching it, whereupon she winked to me merrily and interlaced her own begemmed fingers, as much as to say, "What do you think of our contest?" and burst into a voiceless laugh I tried to listen to the music again. To add to my ordeal, I had to lend an ear to the boastful chatter of the mothers or fathers on the virtuosity of Bennie, Sidney, Beckie, or Sadie.
Here are two "pieces" which she proudly recited to us: "The snow is white, The sky is blue, The sun is bright, And so are you." "Our ears were made to hear, Our tongues were made to talk, Our eyes were made to see, Our feet were made to walk." Her voice, as she declaimed the lines, attracted Lucy's attention, so she sent her and Beckie into the kitchen
Between the two massive figures of Monkbarns and the clergyman was stuck, by way of bodkin, the slim form of Mary M'Intyre, her aunt having preferred a visit to the manse, and a social chat with Miss Beckie Blattergowl, to investigating the ruins of the priory of Saint Ruth. As greetings passed between the members of the Monkbarns party and Mr.
Rachel and Kitty and Maggie, Sadie and Annie and Beckie, made a circle around me, and pressed me with questions, and mocked me, and threatened me with hell flames and utter extinction. I held my ground against them all obstinately enough, though my argument was exceedingly lame. I glibly repeated phrases I had heard my father use, but I had no real understanding of his atheistic doctrines.
Between the two massive figures of Monkbarns and the clergyman was stuck, by way of bodkin, the slim form of Mary M'Intyre, her aunt having preferred a visit to the manse, and a social chat with Miss Beckie Blattergowl, to investigating the ruins of the priory of Saint Ruth. As greetings passed between the members of the Monkbarns party and Mr.
Let's all get back to sleep. And, David, the next time you can't sleep, try counting sheep." Gradually the house calmed down. Beckie stopped wailing, Dad put away his gun, good nights were said, the lights were turned off. David knew that it would be at least an hour before he dared to move again, and he would have to be doubly careful this time.
She forged ahead of her, reading pages which Lucy's class had not yet reached. To take Lucy to school was one of the keen joys of Dora's existence. Very often they would fall in with Lucy's bosom friend "Good morning, Lucy." "Good morning, Beckie."
Dad was pushing chairs and tables around in an aimless way. Mother was saying, "They'll all have to go out again; we forgot to put down the rug first." Aunt Amy was making short dashes between the kitchen and the dining room, muttering to herself. And Beckie was roaring in her crib because it was time for her bottle. David asked, "Can I do anything?" hoping that the answer would be no.
He felt better then, and returned more cheerfully to the moving. It was long after dark before the moving van drove away. Beckie crooned happily over her bottle, and the rest of them gathered in the kitchen for a late supper of sandwiches and canned soup. But David could not eat until he had found the courage to ask one question: "May I climb the mountain tomorrow?"
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