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"No," little Hannah said, wisely. "He likes cookies." Coaxingly: "Maxy dear, won't you tell?" "No, you bet I won't! you're nothing but girls." "Is it a surprise, Max?" Hannah suggested, anxiously. "Won't tell yer," contemplating his brass-tipped toes. "Maxy, I'll give you a big cookey if you'll tell." "You nasty thing, I don't want a cookey."
"Oh, dear cookey!" she cried; "I am so glad to be back again. And do be kind to us, and give us tea-cakes, and brown bread toast, and let the dogs come in to tea." Cook pushed her away, but with a relenting face. "There, there, Miss Eleanor.
Yep, that's my pal for a cookey, I'd know his way o' handlin' a ship in a dozen an' as far as I could lamp the boat." On the whole he was extremely glad to see Jack returning, although also pleased to know he had had his little frolic in a miniature battle that for the brief period of its life had been able to give him a most delicious thrill.
The king wanted this cook to poison half-a-dozen of his officers who wished to have a way of their own; but the cook said, 'No, my Lord King; I am a cook, not an executioner. So they sent him into the scullery, and when they called all the other servants barons and lords, they only called him Cookey. They've changed the name to Crosbie since that, by degrees."
It was five o'clock in the morning when he and the disguised robber reached the house; the cook opened the door, having nothing on save a blanket thrown over her shoulders. The arch young rogue said, "It's only me and Harry; it's a very cold morning; if you like to go to bed again, cookey, we will do it well, and leave all clean, and shut the door fast after us."
It seemed a long time to one suffering from a parched throat, and the pale light of dawn was beginning to steal in through the broken opening and the cabin ports, when there was the click of a teacup on the deck, and Jackum said softly: "Cookey make billy boil. Car-ee tea." Crash! Down went the tray with the refreshing cup on the deck, and Bostock thrust his head through the broken light.
"`Cookey' has a lot of firewood stowed away in the eyes of the long-boat; we must get hold of a piece, cut half a dozen wedges from it, and one of us must then slide-to the door on the lee-side, and wedge it tight with three of the wedges, whilst another of us at the same time wedges up the door to windward."
As the snortin' and skornful actin' engine tore my body away from Jonesville, I sot nearly bathed in tears for some time till I wuz aware that little Tommy wuz weepin' also, frightened I spoze by his grandma's grief, and then I knew it wuz my duty to compose myself, and I summoned all my fortitude, put my handkerchief in my pocket, and give Tommy a cream cookey, which calmed his worst agony.
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