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Updated: July 23, 2025
HEIGH-HO! well, I am at home again at last. I wonder if I am the same innocent little Linnet that left these bowers only three months ago. What have I seen, where have I been? or rather, What have I not seen, where have I not been?
Madame was to come late last night, and the next news will be of Miss Hiloe. Perhaps they will appear to-morrow. Heigh-ho!" "You are not to care for Miss Hiloe; I shall stand up for you. I have no notion of tyrants," said Bessie in a spirited way. But her feelings were very mixed, very far from comfortable.
We obliged the Frenchman to drink malgre lui, and in the course of a short time we had poor Whey in such a state of excitement, that he actually volunteered to sing a song, which he said he had heard at some very gay supper-party at Cambridge, and which begins: "A pye sat on a pear-tree, A pye sat on a pear-tree, A pye sat on a pear-tree, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh-ho!" Fancy Mrs.
Your mother " The general paused, as though overcome with emotion. "She died a few months later, from a cold," said the prince. "Oh, not cold believe an old man not from a cold, but from grief for her prince. Oh your mother, your mother! heigh-ho! Youth youth! Your father and I old friends as we were nearly murdered each other for her sake." The prince began to be a little incredulous.
"But you could bear it, if the money counted for something?" "I'm not an idiot!" said the girl, with energy. "With whom doesn't money count for something? Of course a man must take money into consideration." There was a curious touch of arrogance in the gesture which accompanied the words. "'How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money," said Mrs.
We will go out to my ever-green bower, my sacred holly-tree yonder, and have it fronde super viridi. Sing heigh-ho! heigh-ho! for the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. But, egad," continued the old gentleman, "when I look closer at you, I begin to think you may be of a different opinion.
I wonder, are birds ever seasick, really? I've heard they often mope and die on shipboard, but is it seasickness?" "I'm sure I don't know but let's not talk about it! What time do you suppose it is, Hope?" "Oh, somewhere along in the afternoon. Somebody says there's no time at sea it's all now. Heigh-ho! I've half a mind to get up and dress why-y, what's that?" Sure enough!
I am not a Lapp, and so they distrust me. All the afternoon the mist lay white on the forest. I slept a while. In the evening, the sky was clear again, and there were a few degrees of frost. I left the hut. The moon stood full and silent above the earth. Heigh-ho what untuned strings! But where are the birds all gone away, and what kind of place is this?
Lord! what an affection all old women have for tinkers. I know an old woman of sixty-five who ran away with a bald-headed young tinker once. And that's the reason I never would work for lonely widow old women ashore, when I kept my job-shop in the Vineyard; they might have taken it into their lonely old heads to run off with me. But heigh-ho! there are no caps at sea but snow-caps. Let me see.
"He danced with thee four galliards, nine quadrilles, and twenty-three corantoes, I think, child," the mother said, eluding her daughter's remark. "Twenty-five," said lovely Fatima, casting her beautiful eyes to the ground. "Heigh-ho! but Romane danced them very well!" "He had not the court air," the mother suggested.
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