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At the sight of Zip, the old mice ran for the hole they had gnawed in the side of the box, and tried to escape, but Zip saw them and gave chase. They jumped from the table and tried to hide under a sofa. But Zip was on their track and under he crawled after them. Then they dodged in and out of some boxes and at last jumped into a cracker box, thinking to hide safely under the crackers.
A sweet cracker!" squawked the parrot. "Lovely day! How are you? Here, Rover, sic the cats!" and the parrot whistled as well as Russ himself could have done. "Oh, what a nice parrot!" "Could we keep him?" "Doesn't he talk plain?" "Listen to that whistle!" "Oh, isn't she nice!"
I was as brown as a Florida "cracker," and my dress was anything but elegant. Had I anticipated the forming of such a captivating acquaintance, I should have made some preparation, but I was caught, and I had to make the best of it. We were married September 11, 1856; I was twenty years and a half old; she ten months younger.
It didn't take much of this unexpectedly little in fact the last of the Spencers resembling one of those giant firecrackers of bygone days the bigger the cracker, the shorter the fuse. Some say he married an actress, which was one of the things which were generally whispered when I was a boy. A Russian they said she was which never failed to bring another gasp.
Next morning make a stuffing of one pint of bread or cracker crumbs; one large onion chopped fine; a tablespoonful of sweet marjoram or thyme; half a teaspoonful each of pepper and ground clove, and a heaping teaspoonful of salt. Add a large cup of hot water, in which has been melted a heaping tablespoonful of butter, and stir into the crumbs. Beat an egg light, and mix with it.
Prepare the oysters in egg batter and fine cracker meal; fry in butter over a slow fire for about ten minutes; cover the hollow of a hot platter with tomato sauce; place the oysters in it, but not covering; garnished with chopped parsley sprinkled over the oysters. Boston Oyster House.
"A fire cracker's what you ought to have!" sniffed Miss Winkler, who did not like the two pets her sailor brother had brought back with him from one of his voyages. "Cracker! Cracker! Put the kettle on the fire!
He was about to keep on, when once more the voice called: "Cracker! Cracker! Polly wants a cracker!" The sound came from the cloak closet on one side of the classroom. "It's a parrot!" cried Charlie Star. "A poll parrot!" "Yes, I believe it is," said Miss Bradley. "You didn't bring a parrot to school to-day, did you, Bunny?" she asked.
Old Joe answered her ring at the bell. "Just ran over to say good-bye," laughed Dolly, "and to bring a cracker and a toy for Polly." "Thank you, Miss," and Joe smiled at her. "I'll bring the bird down to you, Ma'am, to save your going upstairs." "All right," said Dolly, a little absent-mindedly, for she was thinking of a lot of things at once.
Balanced rakishly upon his cracker box Bill Lightfoot regarded his rival with a sneering smile, a retort trembling on his lips, but Creede only leaned forward and picked a smoking brand from the fire he was waiting for the "come-on." Now to ask the expected question at the end of such a story was to take a big chance.
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