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Andy ran across the room, but as he went out of the door he struck his toe against the sill, making a great clatter. Aunt Esmerelda awoke with a start. "Lan's sakes, wha's dat?" she exclaimed. "May I have some cookies, Aunt Esmerelda?" Hortense asked. Aunt Esmerelda's eyes were rolling. "I 'clare I seed somefin' goin' out dat a doh. Dis yere house 'll be de def of me. Cookies?

"We'll go through the little door again and find the Cat's house," Andy guessed. "We must take Highboy and Lowboy for company," said she, "but Alligator and the others won't do at all. How much is four times thirteen?" "Fifty-two," said Andy after a moment. "That's a great many cookies," said Hortense. "I do hope Aunt Esmerelda bakes this afternoon so there are sure to be enough.

If you are nice to her, it will mean cookies and all sorts of good things." Hortense thought, "If I'm nice to Esmerelda just to get cookies, I'll be no better than the cat and the teakettle; so I hope I can like her for herself." Nevertheless, it would be nice to have cookies, too. "Isn't this an awfully big house?" said Hortense to Mary as they went down a long dark passage.

"Oh, you may be certain he's not far off; it's just death to him having so many of them poor wretches coming around his place. I can't think why he lets them." "I will be there presently, Esmerelda," I said, turning away. It was certainly not my place to allow her to stand there gossiping about her employer.

These instinctively made me feel that, no matter how friendly I might be, there was no danger of their trying to assert an equality, which I suppose has existed among the members of the human family since shortly after the expulsion from Eden. With Esmerelda the case was different. That day I betook myself to the Mill Road with a good deal of expectancy.

Hortense asked much interested. "In de basement," said Aunt Esmerelda, "an' it's powahful dark down deh." "I'll go with you," said Hortense eagerly. "I'd like to see it." Aunt Esmerelda lighted a candle and, taking a large pan, opened the door leading to the basement. It was a large basement, and the candle was not sufficient to light its more remote corners.

But she didn't want a new grater, either, for fear it might also help the cat free the old grater, for then there would be three of them to contend with. So she said nothing but just kicked her feet a bit and stared at the floor. Just then Mary came in, and she and Aunt Esmerelda began to talk.

Bowen was, and how some folks liked to hear him speak and pray better than any preacher in town. Now Mrs. Blake gave me particulars that the dress-loving Esmerelda had failed to note. "Dan'el and me have been oneasy about the way we've lived ever since Margaret died," she said, after we had been chatting a while about the meetings, and Mr.

The kitchen was filled with bright friendly things shining pans and spoons, a squat, fat milk jug with a smiling face, a rolling pin that looked very stupid, an egg beater that surely must get as dizzy as a whirling dervish turning round and round very fast probably quite a scatterbrain, Hortense thought. "What is that, Aunt Esmerelda?"

"When you hear it again, please wake me up if I'm asleep," said Hortense. "Heavens, I don' get outa' mah bed w'en I hears nothin'," said Aunt Esmerelda. "Not by no means. E'n if yo' hears anythin', jes' yo' shut yo' eahs and pull the kivers ovah yo' head. Den dey don' git yo'." But Hortense felt quite brave by the bright kitchen fire. She sat very quietly and watched Aunt Esmerelda at work.