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"Merry Christmas!" he called to Russ, Rose and the others. "Merry Christmas!" they answered. Mun Bun and Margy, who had been making a little snow man all by themselves, stopped their play and walked toward the house. "Where are you going?" asked Russ. "I'm going to ask Grandma for a cookie," explained Mun Bun. "I'm hungry." "So'm I," added Margy. "Don't eat before dinner," advised Rose.
Peckham would let Sally manage anything like that up here? She's just dying to do something besides housework all her life." "But where would you put her, dear?" "Put her in another tent, if we couldn't do anything else, but I'll bet a cookie the boys down there at the mill could throw together a perfectly dandy little slab shack with birch trimmings.
"I'll get you something as quick as I can," she said, good-naturedly. "I didn't know you was going to town, Miss Thorpe." "Just decided," said Azalea, carelessly; "and I don't want breakfast, only a cup of coffee and a bit of toast. There's a good cookie." Smiling at the cajolery, the cook bustled about and soon had an appetising little repast ready.
This evening, however, the man's heavy, studied indifference to all about him was ruffled. During the afternoon something had gone wrong and no one yet, save "Cookie" Wilson, had an inkling of what had plunged the foreman into one of his ill-tempered fits.
Charlie came into the kitchen, hunted a cookie out of the tin box where such things were kept, and sat swinging one leg over a corner of the table, eying her critically while he munched. "So you turned Paul down, eh?" he said at last. "You're the prize chump. You've missed the best chance you'll ever have to put yourself on Easy Street."
"You won't say nothin' to git Cookie in a rumpus?" "Cross my heart to die, Cookie." "Well, den" Cookie spoke in a hoarse whisper "Cap'n say he forgit to take his gun ca'tridges. Miss Jinny, when he come back, I see him empty his gun ca'tridges out'n his belt and put back his pistol cartridges. So dere now!" I turned from Cookie, too surprised to speak.
Suppose you take a swig over to Miss Jinny there with my compliments I'm one to always treat a lady generous if she gives me half a chance." Obediently Cookie hastened for another cup, set it on a tray, and approached me with his old-time ornate manner.
They had dismissed him, scornfully, stolen cookie in hand but maybe it would be a bigger cookie than they dreamed! The exhilaration lasted through the tour of the port, through the heavy surge of acceleration which brought them up, out and way from Council Planet. Bart, confined in Rugel's cabin, hardly felt like a prisoner, his mind busy with schemes.
Tamara with difficulty sought out a bald, ancient old man, grown over as though with bog moss by entangled gray bristles; with little rheumy eyes and an enormous, reddish, dark-blue granulous nose, on the manner of a cookie. He unlocked the enormous hanging lock, pushed away the bolt and opened the rusty, singing door.
It was here, on the morning when Ozma so strangely disappeared from the Emerald City, that Cayke the Cookie Cook discovered that her diamond-studded gold dishpan had been stolen, and she raised such a hue-and-cry over her loss and wailed and shrieked so loudly that many of the Yips gathered around her house to inquire what was the matter.
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