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Then Sally pu'd the gowans wat wi' dew an' twined her bree wi' tasselled broom, while I had a wee crackie wi' Tibby Buchan, the flesher's dochter frae Auld Reekie. Tibby's nae giglet gawky like the lave, ye ken, she's a sonsie maid, as sweet as ony hinny pear, wi' her twa pawky een an' her cockernony snooded up fu' sleek.

"I got them in a lot of junk I bought a year ago, and I've been wondering what to do with them. I like the way you boys acted especially some of you," and he looked at Bunny. "I'm going to let you have these things for your team," he said. "But try not to break any more of my windows!" he laughed. "We won't!" promised Bunny Brown. "Or, if we do, we'll pay for 'em!" "Crackie!

"Th' won't be a cornstalk left standin' by night," Luther observed as the girl rode up to see what it was that attracted his attention. "Crackie! but I'm glad pap's sold out. It'd be no shoes for me this winter if we didn't get away," he added, spitefully brushing a grasshopper from the end of his nose and rubbing the injured member. The girl's face fell at the mention of hard times.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Agnes white as a sheet flew to her side. "What is it? Quick, quick, Wynnie! Is it your heart? Your head? A darting pain! Where, oh, where?" "Crackie!" Ethelwynne ruefully rubbed her mouth. "I've been sucking that pill." After a moment's struggle to retain her sympathetic gravity, Agnes gave way and dropping her head on her hands shook alarmingly for at least half a minute.

A dog barked Pat Kavanagh's black crackie and the whisper of the tide fumbling at edges of ice came up from the land-wash below the fish-house and drying-stages. He saw the spars of his little schooner etched black against the slate-gray of the eastern sky. He stood at the edge of the broken slope, looking and listening.

Crackie! but you frightened us at first!" Sara lifted a white face. "This was different," she said; "this was something alive. Hark!" They leaned forward, listening. Yes, there was a footstep outside, muffled, stealthy. A board creaked. Something was breathing. Gertrude and Berta looked at each other in quick challenge for mutual courage.