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I often wish that I had. I used to see the little girls coming home, as they passed our door, so merrily, with their bags from the school-house; and I'm sure, if it were only to have the pleasure of going there and back again for the sake of the run, I'd have worked hard, if for nothing else." "Would you like to learn to read and write?"

Moss would have planned somehow so we could all go, if I'd told her, I'd like to show her round, and she's been real good to me. No use now. I'll take the girls a lot of candy and make it all right."

"I was just thinkin' she might like things a mite decent onct in a while." "Lad lad who in the wide world are ye!" Patsy checked her outburst with a warning hand: "No don't ye be telling me. Ye couldn't turn out anything better nor a tinker and I'd rather keep ye as I found ye.

He could understand just why I didn't want to be called hard names, and yet I didn't object to his thinkin' whatever he pleased. I'd like him to know " "No one can speak to him, no one can tell him," March began again, but again Dryfoos prevented him from going on. "I understand it's a delicate thing; and I'm not askin' you to do it.

I worked hard, but it was of no use; it was to be. I'd gladly have gone down to have saved her."

I'm not late," Rose said, "for look! I said I'd come over here at nine, and it's just nine by your clock." "Dear child, you are very prompt, and the only reason that I sat watching is because I wanted to see you the moment you came in sight. Now take off your things," she said, "and then we'll sit down, and talk over the plans for our party." Rose was delighted. What little girl wouldn't be?

Anyhow, not long after that Edwin found me out an' you know how he has persecuted me, though you little thought he was your own brother when you were beggin' of me not to kill him no more did you guess that I was as little anxious to kill him as you were, though I did pretend I'd have to do it now an' then in self-defence.

"On my little girl's birthday Uncle Darcy took her out in his boat, The Betsey. The name of that old boat certainly does sound good to me! He told her but wait! I'd rather read it to you in her own words. It'll give you such a good idea of the old man. Perhaps I ought to explain that he Had a son who got into trouble some ten years ago, and left home.

"Just a veil over your head, little mother; no bonnets among the wedding party." Aunt Hildy insisted at first that she could not "parade around that church and stand up there before the minister. I'd feel like a reg'lar idiot, Louis." At last she changed her mind, but preferred to walk with Ben, and he, who always loved her well, did not object.

Uncle William nodded. "The' 's a good many things I'd o't to 'a' been if I'd had time. That's the trouble with livin'. You don't hev time. You jest practise a day or two on suthin' get kind o' ust to it and then you up and hev to do suthin' else. I like cookin' fust rate while I'm doin' it. . . . I dunno as I should like it reg'lar, though.