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"Moo moo, slow slow!" called the poor cows. And behind them ambled the sheep and the curley-tailed pigs; waddled the ducks and the geese; Miss Crosspatch, the Guinea Hen, and Mr.
Purday, we don't do any harm, so don't ever grumble again. Hurrah!" "And I don't care for HER, the crosspatch," said Johnnie to Annie, never hearing or heeding Miss Fosbrook's fervent "I am so glad!" And as long as the foolish boy remembered it, he always did believe that Miss Fosbrook was so cross as to want to hinder them from their bonfire, only Purday would not let her.
He soon sends them flying back to their house on the roof, where they chatter and coo in great excitement. But they do not lose their tempers like "Mr. Stuckup," the turkey, or old "Miss Crosspatch," the guinea-hen with the ugly voice. Once little Wienerwurst caught a pretty pigeon by its tail and bit it. Then Mr.
And I Queen Crosspatch myself flew downstairs and made the footman remember that minute that a box had come for Cynthia and that he must take it upstairs to her nursery. If I had not been on the spot he would have forgotten it until it was too late. But just in the very nick of time up he came, and Cynthia sprang up as soon as she saw him.
I'm tellin'. It's John Pendleton!" "Sho, now! You're jokin', girl." "Not much I am an' me a-lettin' him in myself crutches an' all! An' the team he come in a-waitin' this minute at the door for him, jest as if he wa'n't the cranky old crosspatch he is, what never talks ter no one! jest think, Mr. Tom HIM a-callin' on HER!" "Well, why not?" demanded the old man, a little aggressively.
Mary Rose looked sadly after the retreating figure which looked as friendly and unbending as a poker. "He won't ever forget I called him a crosspatch," she said sadly and she blushed. "What!" There was an astonished chorus. How had she dared? It did not sound like Mary Rose. "I did!" the color in her cheeks deepened painfully.
Now here is where I come in again Queen Crosspatch who is telling you this story. I always come in just at the nick of time when people like the Racketty-Packettys are in trouble. I walked in at seven o'clock. "Get up off the floor," I said to them all and they got up and stared at me. They actually thought I did not know what had happened.
"Well, what will you do, Crosspatch?" said a small brown Monkey. "Do tell us; we should like to know." And he threw a nut-shell at the cross old Monkey, hitting him on the nose and making him crosser than ever. "Ill complain to the keeper," said the old Monkey. "I'll steal all your dinners. I'll I'll I'll do something dreadful to you." "Oh, go along," said the little brown Monkey.
"Not at all, thank you, ma'am. I'm very well, and mean to do great things next winter, so that I may be ready for Rome, whenever that joyful time arrives." "Good girl! You deserve to go, and I'm sure you will some day," said Aunt March, with an approving pat on the head, as Amy picked up her ball for her. Crosspatch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin,
We know in our secret souls that our nicknames are our true names, and that our real names are mere tags and badges; but we prefer the meaningless tag to the too candid truth. There are obvious disadvantages in being constantly spoken of as Mr. Grump, Mrs. Crosspatch, or Miss Spitfire; whereas Mr. Smith, Mrs. Robinson, or Miss Jones are much safer and more non-committal.
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