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Updated: May 2, 2025
"For hot coffee and cookies when I was shivering like an aspen, for buttons and patches on my tattered uniform, for steering me clear of the camp followers; but more than all for the cheery words of solace for those 'gone West, for the blessed face of a woman from the homeland in the midst of withering blight and desolation for these I am indebted to the Salvation Army."
The little girl had eaten so many of the delicious cookies that she wasn't a bit hungry. So she entertained her father with the miles of dahlias and the wonderful cat, so soft and furry and different from theirs, and with truly blue eyes, and who could understand everything you said to her. And Mr. Beekman was very nice, but not as nice as father. The little boys were so short and so funny.
Brown gave them some cookies, and some crackers, which were cut in the shapes of different animals, and with these, and some lemonade in little cups, Sue and her chums had lots of fun. Bunny, Charlie and Harry went to the back yard, where there were some old apple trees, with branches very close to the ground, so they were easy to climb.
The kiddies were sitting in a row along the top of the back steps, eating cookies and milk, with bibs around their necks, from the twelve year old Jennie, who had tied on hers for fun, down to the chubby-kins next to the baby, and Mamie was sitting flat on the grass in front of them nursing little Ned, with big Ned sitting beside her with his arm around both her and the baby.
Denbigh laughed at me besides. However, for an old chap of forty, he's a peach. I'm not kicking at Dr. Denbigh. But the cookies! I see a vision of a mountain range of cookies with currants on them crumbly cookies. The next stunt I had a shy at was a letter that Harry Goward asked Alice to give Peggy, and Alice gave it to me because she was up to something else just that minute.
She said she would bring a loaf of her best spice cake and some cookies and sandwiches, and she knew that Mrs. Carter would be delighted to make and pour the tea, and Miss Thornton would pour the chocolate. "But I don't want Miss Pauline," said Peggy. "She would spoil the party." "But she is one of your mother's best friends. Whose birthday is it, Peggy? Yours or your mother's?"
Abe asked as he and Samson were unhitching. "Yes, sir." "By jing!" the slim giant exclaimed. "I reckon you feel like throwin' off yer harness an' takin' a roll in the grass." They had a dinner of prairie thickens and roast venison, flavored with wild grape jelly, and creamed potatoes and cookies and doughnuts and raisin pie.
Whenever the family was absent at night Jan had kept her company in her room, and she always had cookies there for him. John, her husband, had been the old stableman. The broom waved nearer. He looked into the woman's angry face, then walked down the front steps. "I'll go to the stable till Elizabeth comes home," he thought as he went toward the back of the house.
"He does not welcome many into our seclusion. Please sit down. Brina, bring these young ladies a pitcher of milk and some cookies." Brina swung out of the room at her mistress' bidding. Robin, uncomfortable but immensely curious and excited, sat on the edge of the settle and chattered, while Beryl, well behind their silent hostess, made mysterious signs with fingers and lips and eyes.
Uncle Tad had, in the meanwhile, come back, not being able to find the lost ones, and he was very glad to see them safe in the camp. Mr. Brown had come home early that day, but before long it was time for supper. Bunny and Sue ate nearly as much as though they had had no lunch and had eaten no cookies at the ragged man's cabin.
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