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You see, both Highboy and Lowboy will have to eat thirteen cookies, too, making fifty-two for all of us." "I wonder how many Alligator would have to eat?" said Andy. "Most likely a whole jar full, he's so big." "He can't ride anyhow," Hortense began, and then clapped her hand to her mouth and refused to say another word.
Next day, Silver Ears discovered that all three of the holes into the play-room had been stuffed with yellow soap. "The nasty tasting stuff!" she scolded. "How can we ever get it out? If we chew new holes, I suppose they will be stuffed, too." When Mother Graymouse called upon Granny Whiskers, she found her in great trouble. "The cookies are shut tight in pails. The cheese and meat are covered.
'If the Clyde was handy, I wud gang an' droon masel'! On the third day following, they obtained late passes. Willie's uneasiness was considerable, yet so was his vanity. He affected an absurdly devil-may-care deportment which so stirred Macgregor's sense of pity that he had thoughts of taking back what he had said about the cream cookies. But at the last moment his bootlace snapped. . . .
He was not quite awake yet, you see, and our troubles often look rather large when we first wake up. In just a minute Sunny Boy stopped crying he had thought what to do. Naturally his grandmother would not wish him to go without eating all day, so why not go down and try to find a little chocolate cake, or some of those cookies left from last night's supper?
That was what came of letting them take fruit from the trees and vines in the yard; of giving them cookies every time they rang her door-bell. Well, there would be no more cookies, and Old Chris should be told never to let them come into the yard again.
I go to bed now. You do it too after to eat your Betty cookies." "Hey, Hispanic Betty, why do you have two names?" She laughed. "Because of Santa Gabriela. Como se dice? Nickname- -it's a nickname. Your mother has told you when she comes back?" "I don't know" the glutton said evasively as he devoured a cookie. "Buenos noches." "Buenos noches, Nathaniel."
Yet, when he and a small boy would clear the table and take the food down cellar, it was no uncommon thing to see them emerge from the stairway, each munching one of those fat cookies, their eyes twinkling at the thought that they had found the forbidden sweets we had hidden so carefully.
If you send me to bed 'thout any supper it wouldn't make me a good girl a bit, 'cause me and Annie ate lots of cookies and I don't want any supper, anyway." Peggy studied the sunset earnestly before she could trust herself to reply. "Dorothy, how often have you and Annie done what you did to-day?"
She made us feel that we were equal partners with her in the enterprise of life, and that hoeing the garden and eating the cookies were our part of the compact. When we went to stay with her for a week or two we carried with us a book or so of the lurid sort, but returned home leaving them behind, generally in the form of ashes.
A slice of Aunt Esther's gingerbread, one of Aunt Esther's cookies, had, we all believed, certain magical properties such as belonged to no other mortal mixture. Even a handful of walnuts that were brought from the depths of her mysterious closet had virtues in our eyes such as no other walnuts could approach.
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