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'Money enough; to give them something besides bread and water for breakfast, and mush and molasses for supper. Children like cookies and custard pie, and if there comes a circus to town let them go once in a while; it won't hurt them to see a little of the world.
This is just the way they thought nature, black-loam, untapped forces. ... But this black-loam after a year turned into the fattest of women, who lies the whole day in bed and chews cookies, or studs her fingers with penny rings, spreads them out and admires them. Or else sits in the kitchen, drinks sweet liquor with the coachman and carries on a natural romance with him.
The dogs were after them, but they threw them the cookies that were left; the gates did not open themselves, but the children smoothed them with oil; the birch tree near the path almost scratched their eyes out, but the gentle girl fastened a pretty ribbon to it. So they went farther and farther and ran out of the dark forest into the wide, sunny fields.
Bunny said, "I will give you a warm seat by the fire, sir." Susan said, "I will give you a basket of cookies." The Seventeen Little Bears said, "We will give you seventeen pieces of peppermint candy." "Help, help, help!" they all cried, "Do stop the merry-go-round!" Bushy-Tail looked as saucy as you please. "I can ride faster than this," he said, "I was brought up in a merry-go-round.
"Well, I like to have you stay," said the hermit, "but it is getting late, and perhaps I had better take you to the road that leads straight to your camp." "Yes, we had better go," replied Bunny. "We'll know our way home now. Thank you for taking care of us and for the cookies." "Which we didn't ask for," said Sue quickly. "Did we, Mr. Bixby?"
It seemed mysteriously connected with the oak-leaf cookies, which only she could make; and the child, brushing through the delicate bushes grown above his head, used to feel vaguely that, on some fortunate day, cookies would be found there, "a-blowin' and a-growin'." That he had seen them stirred and mixed and taken from the oven was an empty matter; the cookies belonged to the caraway grove, and there they hang ungathered still.
"If the kids come in and want something to eat, before I get back," she halted to say, "there's cookies in that little stone pot in the cupboard. Don't let 'em have but two apiece." Wild thoughts, entirely foreign to Aunt Jane's directions, were flashing through Polly's mind. If only there were time! She could try it! She must let Dr. Dudley and the others know!
"The darkness will last for thousands of years, and it will become increasingly difficult to meditate and to think clearly. Spiritual warriors will need to band together under the protection of a guru who can fight the Negative Forces and forge a path toward freedom and Light through a world turned murky and grey." Then we had cookies.
Instead of being tiresome, his Aunt Celestina was proving a delightful acquisition, toward whom he already found himself cherishing a warm regard. And what a cook she was! After months of city food her bread, pies, and cookies were ambrosial. As for Willie Bob had never before beheld so gentle, ingenuous and lovable a personality. Undoubtedly the little inventor had genius.
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