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They ate cooky for cooky until they had eaten ten apiece, when they stopped to rest a bit. Hortense was still warm and unbuttoned her collar. As she did so, she was conscious of missing something and felt again carefully. "I've lost my charm," she said hurriedly. "Perhaps it slipped down inside," Andy suggested. Hortense felt of herself but could not find it.
Miss Lydia did not, apparently, notice the agitation; she bustled about and brought her a cooky on a cracked plate and watched her. "I want " Mary said, in a trembling voice, and crumbling the cooky with nervous fingers "I mean, I am going to have Johnny visit me this winter." "Oh," said Miss Lydia, and sat down. "I'll have him during the holidays." "No." "Why not?" Mary said, angrily.
"Let's go in." said Andy, and Hortense, agreeing, followed him around the corner to a little door which was unlatched. Nobody was in the room, which had three chairs, a table, the clock which they had seen through the window, and in the corner a great jar, taller than they were, with Cookies printed in large letters on the outside. "Dear me, what a large cooky jar," said Hortense.
At length a cooky passed between them in dead silence, and the child turned and gazed mutely in her mother's face, with the cooky just in sight. "It can't hurt her," said the lady, in a sweet voice, to Mary, leaning forward with her hands in her lap.
"But Mother never lets you have cookies before dinner," I retort severely. "She knows they are bad for you." "Pooh, she does too! She always says, 'No, not a cooky! And then we beg and screech, and then she says, 'Oh, for pity's sake, Frieda, give 'em a cooky and send 'em out. One cooky can't kill 'em." Sheila's imitation is delicious. Hans catches the word screech and takes it as his cue.
Remembering how cold it had been last time, he took his leather jacket out of the closet, and a pair of gloves and a scarf. For the Phoenix he borrowed a bottle of liniment and took all the cookies from the cooky jar. And he picked the shortest of three spades in the garage. During the rest of the day he massaged the Phoenix's back and wings with the liniment.
Pedro, who came back at that very moment, took the money from Pell, and watched his master closely for further instructions as to what to do. Lopez nodded toward Smith. "For 'im," he said. "For me?" cried Uncle Henry, joyfully. "I must make my frand 'appy," the bandit said. Pedro gave the money to Uncle Henry. The latter grabbed it as a child might have grabbed a cooky. Lopez turned to Pell.
But Leach took it quite calmly, though blood was spouting upon the deck as generously as water from a fountain. "I'm goin' to get you, Cooky," he said, "and I'll get you hard. And I won't be in no hurry about it. You'll be without that knife when I come for you." So saying, he turned and walked quietly forward.
With a gasp she snatched the baby from Pa's arms, and ordered him to go out and put the mare in. When Pa returned to the kitchen Ma had set the baby on the sofa, fenced him around with chairs so that he couldn't fall off and given him a molassed cooky. "Now, Pa Sloane, you can explain," she said. Pa explained. Ma listened in grim silence until he had finished.
"You will be taken away back and set down with a jar in about two seconds if you are seized with another of those spells," promised Tom Gray, turning a withering glance upon Hippy. "What sort of jar," asked Hippy, with an interested grin. "A cooky jar or merely a glass candy jar? Be sure you make it a full one."
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