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Amy is not ill, or any one?" "Oh, no," he replied, with a grim laugh. "Everyone is well and complacent. I had been riding rapidly before I met you. My horse has been idle for some days, and I had to run the spirit out of him. Amy wishes to have a chestnutting party to-morrow. Won't you join us?" "I'm sorry, Mr.

What memories of chestnutting parties, of fingers stained with the dye of walnut hulls, and of joyous tramps afield in the very heart of the year, come to many of us when we think of the nuts of familiar knowledge! Hickory-nuts and butternuts, too, perhaps hazelnuts and even beechnuts all these American boys and girls of the real country know.

Better stay here with me, honey, and run around the woods and get some red in your face, and churn and spin and drink buttermilk, and get plump, and go chestnutting with my children. Goodness knows they are strong enough and hearty enough, and too much study will never make shads of them: for they won't work their brains, even to learn the multiplication table.

After a ten minutes' walk the stranger turned into a side road which led to only one place, the Eagle Inn, an old roadside hostelry known now as the headquarters for pothunters from the Philadelphia game market and the battleground of many a cock-fight. Gallegher knew the place well. He and his young companions had often stopped there when out chestnutting on holidays in the autumn.

She visited the long meadow and the height that stretched along it, and even went so far as the extremity of the valley, at the foot of the twenty-acre lot, and then stood still to gather up the ends of memory. There she had gone chestnutting with Mr. Ringgan thither she had guided Mr.

After a ten minutes' walk the stranger turned into a side road which led to only one place, the Eagle Inn, an old roadside hostelry known now as the headquarters for pothunters from the Philadelphia game market and the battle-ground of many a cock- fight. Gallegher knew the place well. He and his young companions had often stopped there when out chestnutting on holidays in the autumn.

She left the room a few moments, and even between the surges of pain he was curious as to what she would do next. He soon learned with a thrill of hope that he was to experience the magnetism of her touch, and to know the power of the hand that had seemed alive in his grasp on the day of their chestnutting expedition.

About a mile from the Bobbsey home was a patch of woodland, in which were a number of chestnut trees. "Oh, look! There goes Charley Mason!" called Nan to Bert as they were walking along the road. "I believe he's going chestnutting, too." "It looks so," returned Bert. "I say, Charley!" he called, "are you going to the woods?" "Yes," came the answer. "Come along with us," cried Bert.

"It will soon be cold enough to have a frost," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes," said his wife, "I wouldn't be surprised if we had one to-night. I have brought in my geraniums and other plants." "A frost!" cried Bert. "Good! That means the chestnuts will crack out of their burrs. We'll go chestnutting!" The next morning Bert hopped out of bed earlier than usual. He looked from the window.

Gypsy came home at noon with her hat hanging down her neck, her cheeks on fire, and panting like the old lady who died for want of breath; rushing up the steps, tearing open the door, and slamming into the parlor. "Look here!—everybodywhere are you? What do you think? Joy! Mother! There's going to be a great chestnutting." "A what?" asked Joy, dropping her embroidery. "A chestnutting, up at Mr.