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Of course, Frisky Squirrel and his mother couldn't find their dinner on the tree the whole year 'round because it was only in the fall that there were nuts on it. But luckily there were other things to eat such as seeds, of which there were many kinds in the woods. And then there was Farmer Green's wheat and his corn, too, which Frisky liked most of all. The woods where Mrs.
So what could they do? You go down to the barnyard late this afternoon and you'll find all the milk you could drink in a thousand years." Sandy Chipmunk thanked him. And somehow he managed to wait until the afternoon was almost gone. Then he skipped down the hill to Farmer Green's barn. He thought it must be milking time, because Johnnie Green and old dog Spot had driven all the cows home.
And they both declared that they were glad they were not going to the party. Old Mr. Crow carried the news far and wide. It was he that told Billy Woodchuck, in Farmer Green's clover patch. And Billy Woodchuck almost choked over a clover top, he was so excited. "Where's Jimmy Rabbit?" he asked Mr. Crow. "I want to ask him something." "I couldn't say where he is," said Mr. Crow.
There was exasperation on both sides, but the rabble were not restrained by discipline, and on the night of the 5th of March James Crawford swore he he saw at Calf's corner "about a dozen with sticks, in Quaker Lane and Green's Lane, met many going toward King Street.
A silence broken only by the general compliments of the much gratified Tim, followed his departure, although another outbreak nearly occurred owing to the cook supplying raw meat for Mr. Green's eye and refusing it for Joe's. It was the lack of consideration and feeling that affected Joe, not for the want of the beef, that little difficulty being easily surmounted by taking Mr. Green's.
Thereafter when alone, my mother and I often talked of the good old days in Wisconsin, of David and Deborah and William and Frank. I told her of Aunt Loretta's peaceful life, of the green hills and trees. "Oh, I wish we had never left Green's Coulee!" she said. But this was as far as her complaint ever went, for father was still resolute and undismayed. "We'll try again," he declared.
And Farmer Green's potato patch so I learned had been moved since last year." "Dear me!" Mrs. Ladybug wailed. "People will laugh at me for having made such a serious mistake." But Mr. P. Bug didn't say anything about that. "Good-by!" he grunted. And he crawled under a leaf, out of sight. For once in her life Mrs. Ladybug wasn't eager to talk to her neighbors.
Now, Dickie Deer Mouse liked the woods in which he had always lived. So one might think it strange that when he set forth on his search he headed straight for Farmer Green's pasture. But there is no doubt that he knew what he was about. For some time he crept cautiously about the pasture, peeping under big rocks, and moving among the roots of the trees which dotted the hillside here and there.
A whorl occurring in the first pair counts 16 in the second, the third 4, the fourth 2, and the fifth 1. Thus Green's effort became The figure one was added to both numerator and denominator, and Green at once went to the fourteenth pigeon-hole, in a row of the filing cabinet numbered 21. There, if anywhere, he would find the record that he sought.
Neither of us had ever seen the Housatonic, but it sounded grand and romantic. Two chapters were finished." There is not much remembered of the single summer he passed at Mr. Green's school at Jamaica Plain. From that school he went to Round Hill, Northampton, then under the care of Mr. Cogswell and Mr. Bancroft.
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