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She thought him, it is true as she said once to a confidential friend a sort of goosey-goosey-gander, but he polked capitally, was a personable fellow and Maria was a spinster. Christmas was coming, and Harry stood high in favour with all the Blackmores.
He ran so hard that he lost his breath, somewhere. He couldn't even pant, and as for calling out for help again, that was impossible! Margy dragged him on a few steps, for she was quite strong for a little girl. But she knew that she was overtaken. There was no help for it. The goosey-goosey-gander was going to eat them up!
He did not know that Miss Maria thought him a goosey-goosey-gander, but he began at last to hate her all the same we are so liable to hate those we are conscious of injuring! He became in truth afraid of her she haunted him. He knew he ought to do something, but he did not know what to do.
At any rate he wanted to bite Mun Bun's legs." "'Twas your legs he was after, Margy," declared the little fellow, flushing. "I wouldn't let the goosey-goosey-gander bite mine." "Anyhow," said Margy, "he chased us. And all his hens came too. And Bobo saw him and he came down and drove them off. See! That gander is hissing at us now." "Bobo is a brave dog," cried Rose, patting the hound.
Whether his sister was much impressed by this statement or not, is not known. However that might be, she fondled Bobo and got upon her feet as quickly as Mun Bun arose. "Isn't he a good old dog?" cooed Margy. "He's pretty good I think. But but let's come away from that goosey-goosey-gander."
I had grown so familiar with the frightful tradition of Mr. Charke and his suicide, that I could now afford to frighten old Quince with him. 'I am quite serious. I am going to have a ramble up-stairs and down-stairs, like goosey-goosey-gander; and if I do light upon his chamber, it is all the more interesting.
"Don't be afraid of Bobo," said Russ, running too. "He won't hurt you." "He hurted the goosey-goosey-gander," declared Mun Bun confidently. "He dug his head under the goosey-goosey-gander and flunged him right over on his back." "But he wouldn't hurt you," declared Rose. "No," explained Margy. "Bobo came to help us when the gander wanted to bite our legs.
"It's corn it's real corn!" cried Mun Bun. "Don't be afraid, goosey-goosey-gander," and he shouted with laughter. Margy threw a handful of corn too. At once the geese drew nearer. When they reached the first kernels they began grabbing them up with that strange shoveling motion with their bills that all geese and ducks make. The children watched them with delight.
And I'll come down for two weeks at Easter and bring you home with me!" "And will you be enjoying it up here?" I inquired. "Of course I won't," acknowledged Dinky-Dunk. "But think what it will mean to you, Gee-Gee, to have a few months in the city again! And think what you've been missing!" "Goosey-goosey-gander!" I said as I got his foolish old head in Chancery. "I want you to listen to me.
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