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"Oh, I guess Freddie must have heard Nan and me talking about Aunt Emeline not letting us have anything to eat except at meal time," replied Bert. "And, now she isn't coming, he thinks he can have a cookie whenever he wants it." "Oh, I see!" and Mr. Bobbsey smiled. "Well, Aunt Emeline may be strict, but she is a very good housekeeper. I am sorry she can not come to stay while we are in the West.
She abhorred the drug of sugar and its impact on him but then she did not like enduring the choleric displays of a drug addict who was being blocked from getting his fix. He always craved for them like oxygen and there was little one could do with cookie or animal cracker cravings but succumb to them in the hope of getting some peace of mind.
All we need do now is wait for your punchers to come in and wipe out the rest." "Sure!" agreed Slade. "I done it. Now I got a dead cinch all 'round." He drew his revolver and twirled the cylinder as if to make certain that it had been fully reloaded. "Yep a dead cinch. With me up here, Cochise won't try no more pole ladders. You and my Cookie Gal better hustle up some feed.
And dropping her chin, she rubbed it on the lace edging of her chest, where it felt warm and smelled piny. Had Cookie ever been in love? Her gray hairs were coming, poor old duck! The windows, where a protection of wire gauze kept out the flies, were opened wide, and the sun shone in and dimmed the fire.
And who else could have carried away my beautiful magic dishpan without being seen?" The woman thought about this during the time that Cayke and the Frogman ate their breakfast. When they had finished, she said, "Where are you going next?" "We have not decided," answered the Cookie cook.
It was just outside the city of Tarrington, in New York State, and was a fine, big country estate. Grandpa Ford looked around the room. He saw Russ and Rose over by the sideboard, each taking a cookie to eat out in the yard. The other little Bunkers had already run out, for it was not yet dark.
It was quite nice there the sun was shining across the white floor and something on the stove smelled very good. Nora was singing, too, which meant that he could coax a little and get in her way. After a while she gave him a whole cookie he felt happier!
"Any cookies, Eliza?" asked King, apropos of nothing. "Cookies, is it? There do be, indade! But if yez be afther eatin' thim now, ye'll shpoil yer supper, thot ye will! Here's one a piece to ye, and now run away, and lave me do me worruk. Be off with yez!" After accepting a cookie apiece, the children bounced out the back door and down into the garden in search of Carter.
That unpleasant and most extraordinary wolf animal snatched the cookie from Bully’s paw, ate it up with one mouthful, and only smiled. “Well, now, are you going to let me go?” asked Bully. “No,” said the wolf. “That cookie only made me more hungry. I guess I’ll eat you now, and then go look for your brother and eat him, too.”
This was a joke, obviously, so everybody laughed, which stimulated Pinkey to further effort. When Mr. Hicks poured his cup so full that the coffee ran over he remarked facetiously: "It won't stack, cookie." Coffee-pot in hand, Mr. Hicks drew himself up majestically and his eyes withered Pinkey.
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