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It was for the sake of our poor sister wayfarer who was on a terrible thoroughfare, amid robbers and murderers, but who did not want her plight to be known, that I did not wish Dawn to awake. Next morning, when Andrew and I had finished the separator, grandma came over to inspect the work.
Grandma was in the kitchen seeing to the dinner, for she was to have quite a party Roger and David, Mrs. Brownlee and Jocelyn, Cynthia's son and his man Timothy. Idly Cynthia's son watched the rest of the party coming through the little path that led to Grandma's door. He saw them all plainly through the curtains and plants that screened him. Jocelyn and David came last.
"I bet we had words in that sermon none of 'em ever dreamed of before. You'd ought to use 'gregus, Mr. Fowler. It's a hard word and so's depone. I told Grandma to come up Sunday and we'd have words looked out that would sure twist her gullet to say." Mr. Fowler was seized with a sudden coughing fit from which he merged into violent laughter.
And so you have brought rags to sell? Would you like the money for them, or do you think we can make a trade with some articles out of the store?" "Grandma said we could have the money between us, we three," replied Dotty, with refreshing frankness, "and buy anything we please except red and yellow candy." "I want a music," said Flyaway, in an eager whisper; "a music, and a ollinge, and a pig."
Whenever he goes to the pasture, they trot up to him and begin to nose about his pockets." "He usually carries something in his pockets to give them," said Grandma. "He has raised all his horses from little colts; and he has always treated them kindly. Some men think they must treat animals roughly, to make them obey; but that is not so.
It was usually probable that Grandma, the Demon, would join them, the silver cigarette case dangling at her girdle. Then was he sorely beset. They would perhaps talk about him over his head, discuss his points as if he were some new beast from the stables. "I tell you, he's over an inch taller than I am," announced the flapper.
For a start had been made in getting ready to go to Grandma Bell's, now that the Fourth of July was passed. Mrs. Bunker was so busy that she did not keep as close watch over the children as usual, and it was nearly time for lunch before she thought of them. "Norah, see if they're all in the yard, please," she said. "And count them, to be sure all six are there.
When Miss Hutchinson opened "The Young Ladies' Seminary" in the Fall, grandma decided to lend it a helping hand by sending her a term as a day scholar. My delighted sister was soon in touch with a crowd of other little girls, and brought home many of their bright sayings for my edification.
"Oh, mammy's pretty well," shouted Polly into the old lady's ear; "and to-morrow's her birthday!" "To-morrow'll be a bad day!" said grandma. "Oh, don't never say that. You mustn't borrow trouble, child." "I didn't," said Polly; "I mean it's her birthday, grandma!" this last so loud that grandma's cap-border vibrated perceptibly. "The land's sakes 'tis!" cried Mrs.
"O, Horace!" she sobbed again, this time clasping him close to her heart, and kissing him with a yearning fondness she had hardly ever shown since he was a little toddling baby. "My darling, darling boy!" Horace thought by her manner they must all have been sadly frightened about him. "I got lost in the woods, grandma; but it didn't hurt me any, only Pincher got his foot caught."
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