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And how beautifully the sugar sprinkled on them would grit against your teeth as you ate it! Oh gracious! She put her hand in and touched one. There was nothing that felt like a freshly baked cookie; even through your mitten you could know, with your eyes shut, it was a cookie. She took hold of one, and stood perfectly still. She could take that, just as easy!
"Car-ee come 'long too." "No," said Carey; "I'll stop here." "Car-ee come. Doc-tor farss 'sleep. Big Dan brokum. Sit alonga long time. Baal fetch um too much drinking grog. Old man no good." "Go along with Bob." "Go alonga Cookie now?" "Yes, and he'll give you plenty." "Plenty eat. Jackum come back soon."
"Yu live close to yoreself or I'll throw yu so high th' sun'll duck," replied Frenchy, a smile illuminating his face. "Hey, cookie," remarked Hopalong confidentially, "I know who put up this joke on yu. Yu ask Billy who hid th' hat," suggested the tease. "Here he comes now see how queer he looks." "Th' mournful Piute," ejaculated the cook. "I'll shore make him wish he'd kept on his own trail.
Come on, fellows," he said; "grub's ready. Where's Frenchy?" "Over chewin' th' rag with Waffles about his hat he's lost it again," answered Red. "He needs a guardian fer that bonnet. Th' Kid an' Salvation has jammed it in th' corral fence an' Waffles has to stand fer it." "Let's put it in th' grub wagon an see him cuss cookie," suggested Hopalong.
I don't want them to have any secrets hidden in their pockets." So the guards went through their pockets and found the pieces of cookie. "They have no secret weapons, your honor," said the guards. "The only thing we found are these pieces of cookies." "Bring me the cookies," ordered the king. "They should be a nice dessert for me."
FEJEVARY: I'm afraid I've not done much for any country. Though your left arm's nothing alongside what can't be measured. FEJEVARY: When I think of what I dreamed as a young man it seems to me my life has failed. GRANDMOTHER: There's two kinds Mr Fejevary. These have seeds in 'em. FEJEVARY: Thank you. I'll try a seed cookie first. SILAS: Mother, you'll have a glass of wine?
The Spaniard rose, and made obeisance profoundly. He resumed his seat, prepared to listen no longer the government official, but the cordial and interested guest and friend. The story, of course, was a long one. Everybody took a hand in the telling, even Cookie, who was summoned from his retirement in the kitchen to receive the glory due him as a successful strategist.
So he quickly flew into the golden jeweled dishpan he had stolen from Cayke the Cookie Cook, and as birds can talk as well as beasts or men in the Fairyland of Oz, he muttered the magic word that was required and wished himself in the Country of the Quadlings, which was as far away from the wicker castle as he believed he could get. Our friends did not know, of course, what Ugu was about to do.
How do the grans take to her?" Marian and Mrs. Hunt always spoke of Mr. and Mrs. Otway as the grans. "They like her," returned Marian between bites of cookie. "She is perfectly fine, Mrs. Hunt, and she's got a little sister just my age; her name's Martha, but they call her Patty, and she's going to write to me, and, oh, Mrs. Hunt, I have a secret to tell you, but you mustn't breathe it.
So he said to Cayke the Cookie Cook, "I will go with you, my good woman," which greatly pleased Cayke because she felt the Frogman could be of much assistance to her in her search.
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