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Then we'll get up and pull the cherries and cut them open, and we can pick the roses afterwards, when they are warm and dry." "Then we had better get the things ready now," said Grizzel.
"Punctuality, for one thing, and faithful discharge of duty," replied Miss Grizzel. "May I come to see the cuckoo to watch for him coming out, sometimes?" asked Griselda, who felt as if she could spend all day looking up at the clock, watching for her little friend's appearance.
Once I stayed with Lucy Macfarline from Saturday till Monday, and her mamma allowed us to play in the shop on Sunday; it was so funny, all dark and dim, and the dolls looking like little ghosts. We played with the toys on the shelves and had a lovely time. I love shops oh, Mollie, we have forgotten Grizzel! She is up in the tree all this time! We must run and get her down.
"You may come, but you won't see anything," Prudence said, steadying her end of the ladder while Mollie climbed. The Nest was certainly empty. The little blue bird must have found wings and flown, Mollie thought. She looked up and down and round about, but not a vestige of Grizzel was there to be seen. Then she called her Scouting lore to her aid, and set her wits to work.
"It's perfectly heavenly," Mollie answered, with a sigh. "Why can't all the world be as nice as this, and why do people ever live in streets?" They tidied up the remains of their breakfast, and were soon back at work in the cherry trees. By nine o'clock they had filled four baskets and had stoned more than half, and laid them in a shallow pan with sugar over them "to draw", as Grizzel explained.
"Then we would never get a surprise," said Grizzel, "and that would be horribly dull. Don't you think it would be dull if everybody was exactly the same?" "I suppose it would," Mollie admitted, with a sigh, feeling that she had not presented her case attractively; "but I think they might be samer than they are." "There's no use talking," Hugh said decisively.
"Of course; why shouldn't I? I must ask her to give the little boy leave to come into our grounds; and I told the little boy to be sure to tell his nurse, who takes care of him, about his playing with me." "His nurse," repeated Dorcas, in a tone of some relief. "Then he must be quite a little boy, perhaps Miss Grizzel would not object so much in that case." "Why should she object at all?
One half of me is always getting into the way of the other half! Oh, Mollie my lovely, beautiful jam!" "Let's taste it and see; perhaps it isn't burnt," Mollie suggested. But one sip was enough. "Ab-so-lute wash-out!" was her verdict. Grizzel seized the pot by the handle and made for the door. "What are you going to do?" asked Mollie, following her.
For a time silence reigned, while six people covered themselves with juice, "Like the ointment that ran down Aaron's beard," Grizzel said, and the ground in the neighbourhood assumed an auriferous hue that made the inventor sigh. "I wish we could find a place where nuggets lay about like that," he said rather pensively; "it would be awfully jolly."
Grizzel was speechless with joy as she found all the paints she had been longing for the crimson lake, Prussian blue, Vandyke brown, and the rest; Prue had wound up her box, and as Mollie turned her kaleidoscope towards the light, and delighted herself with the wonderful colours and designs it produced, she heard the delicate, sweet tinkle of a faintly familiar tune an old- fashioned sort of tune....
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