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Updated: June 2, 2025
I've heard that havin' a bee in the bonnet spoils a body; but faith I think a boat on the brain is worse. There's one thing, though, that my mind's made up to. I'll make no more cookies for young gentlemen that are not polite and obligin'." Here was a threat!
"There is something in it, isn't there?" said Ray. "You'll sit at home, and how your blood will boil! What keeps you women alive? Darning stockings, I suppose. There's only one thing I dread: 't would be hard to read of other men's glory, and I lying flat on my back. Would you make me cookies then, little Jane?"
O Baumbach's, with your deliciously crumbling butter cookies and your kaffee kuchen, and your thick cream, and your thicker waitresses and your cockroaches, and your dinginess and your dowdy German ladies and your black, black Kaffee, where in this country is there another like you! Blackie, true to his promise, had hailed me from the doorway on the afternoon of the following day.
Johnnie had worked in the hayfield on many hot days to earn enough to buy that knife. So it was no wonder that he wanted to find it. And not finding his knife in any of those places, he went into the pantry, for he remembered getting some jam and cookies there between breakfast and dinner-time. The jackknife was not in the pantry. Johnnie even looked for it inside the cookie-jar.
But, as might have been expected, Bluff was the first one to reach out his hand and secure one of the aforesaid cookies, which he munched with closed eyes, as if mentally picturing the sweet girl from whom the treat had come. "All ready for the road, Jerry!" exclaimed Frank, jumping up. "On deck, captain; I'm with you," came the reply, just as cheerily.
So the retreat was effected in good order and without serious hurt to any one, while from the rear came the clash of arms and the shouts of Kris and Grater in fierce conflict. Kris, having eaten the thirteen cookies and reduced his size, found Grater a far more formidable foe than before.
They had dinner with us at the schoolmaster's, but I had little chance to talk with them. Aunt Deel went up to my room with me and slyly gave me some fresh cookies wrapped in a piece of newspaper which she carried in a little basket bought from the Indians. "Here's somethin' else," she said. "I was keepin' 'em for Chris'mas ayes! but it's so cold I guess ye better have 'em now ayes!"
She sat down on the porch steps, and a moment later Estralla appeared bringing a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies from Aunt Connie. "Mammy says she made these 'special for you, Missy," declared Estralla smilingly. "I'll go and thank her myself," said Sylvia, taking the plate, and offering one of the cookies to Estralla.
Now have your party, and see who can blow the largest bubbles." "Let's eat our cake and cookies first," said Russ. "Then we can't get any soap on 'em." "Why not?" asked Violet, who seemed especially fond of asking questions this day. "'Cause they'll be inside us I mean the cookies will," explained Russ. "Oh, that would make a good riddle!" exclaimed Laddie. "I'm going to make up one about that."
When she remembered that she need not buy wheat now and yellow corn, and that the cookies would last longer perhaps then she was sorry. But she did not know it. It seemed to come upon her with the nature of a surprise on one especial day. She had been working her un-"scrached," untrampled flower-beds. "My grief!" she ejaculated, suddenly, as if just aware of it.
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