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Updated: May 3, 2025
I see him yet standing there like a pigmy out of the Arabian Nights before the huge front of some malignant genie. He was daring destiny, and he was unafraid. He walked to the galley. "Cooky, by the time you've finished pots and pans you'll be wanted on deck. Stand ready for a call."
When Lewis caught Irish cooky, arrayed in apron and undershirt, with a basting spoon and a meat ax held at attention, making faces at his old sergeant, the humor of the situation came over him, and he smiled to himself as he looked at the scene before him: the banana-trees, loosely flapping their wilted leaves, the socks idly waiting to be the center of merriment again, the troop drawn up at attention, regardless of the variety of uniform, and beyond, the Sabah, sole reminder of civilization, bobbing at anchor.
Can you eat these cookies?" He took a thin tin box out of his pocket and opened it. "I have a little granddaughter named Ethel Brown who insists on my keeping cookies in my pocket all the time so that I can eat them when I'm driving. See if you can take a bite of this." A fluttering hand took the cooky and put it between the pale lips.
"Look ye here," said Bostock, in hoarse, stentorian tones, "I've got a double gun, double-loaded, in my fins, and I'm pynting down straight at you, my old beachcomber; and I tell you what it is, if you begin any of your games again I looses off both barrels and ends you. D'yer hear?" "Yes, I hear, cooky. I won't fire any more. You must bring that doctor down to see to me. I'm wrecked."
Why, she even keeps a giant ten-gallon cooky jar forever filled with cookies, although there are now no children in this sweet old manse. Nobody now but Nellie Langely who goes home every night to the millinery shop where she helps her mother make and sell the bonnets that have made Mary Langely famous in all the country round.
"You'll have a nice rest here," said Malay Kris. "It is quiet and nobody will disturb you." Thus they left Grater, grinding his teeth in rage, and made their way into the cellar. While they were eating their bits of cooky to make them large again, Hortense said, "How can we prevent Jeremiah from setting Grater free?"
Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm, conveying to the listeners' perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music. "Well, let's go and have something to eat," suggested Dan. "What colour is eating, Sara?" "Golden brown, just the colour of a molasses cooky," laughed the Story Girl.
"Got a great spread this time," he declared, setting forth his spoils on two chairs alongside the couch. "Hot oyster stew! Sit by, fellows! Cooky wrapped it up in newspapers to keep it from getting cold. There's bowls and spoons in the basket. Nelly, get 'em out! Here, Pat, take that bundle out from under my arm. That's celery and crackers.
Neither Bird Children nor House Children should go too long hungry; it is as bad as nibbling all day." "I've noticed since I came here I haven't needed even to peep in the cooky box between times. Aren't you one of the seven Wise Men of of I-forget-where?" asked Dodo, hugging him. "Greece," answered the Doctor; "no, fortunately, I am not, for they are all dead."
The quick-moving sprite seemed to be everywhere into the sugar-bowl, the cooky jar, the steaming teakettle before one could turn about. Urged on by the impatient little girl, the grown-ups made short work of breakfast. After the meal, according to time-honoured Brower custom, they formed in procession, single file, Minna first, then Ben with Baby Robin.
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