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And Jehosophat and Marmaduke looked as if they knew just what he meant. But Hepzebiah was too little yet to understand. "See, Mr. Jim Crow is long and black. He has a bad eye." So he buried Mr. Jim Crow under the oak tree while the children watched. After that the Toyman said: "I reckon Mr. Scarecrow has fainted." "Who's Mr. Scarecrow?" asked the three happy children. "Is he Mr.
Now it isn't pleasant to try to make a good speech, and have some one hiss you when they ought to be clapping their hands. But that is just what The Foolish White Geese were doing to Jehosophat. Once more he picked up his reader, and marched way up the Brook.
"Y-y-yes," said Jehosophat. "Y-y-yes," said Marmaduke. "Y-y-yeth," lisped Hepzebiah. "Thank you, my dears," she said, then went away, leaving the door unlocked. For two whole weeks they hadn't peeked. They had hung around that closet and stared and sighed, but never once did they even try the door.
They just look out for their little ones. "Robber Hawk, robber! Shan't touch 'em robber!" she said. Then quick as a wink there was another loud noise, just like that day when Jim Crow fell in the cornfield. "Bang, bang!" Jehosophat, Marmaduke and Hepzebiah jumped. They looked around. There stood the Toyman with the gun at his shoulder.
But it was all right, for at the foot of the bed rested the little red and blue sleigh and the tiny reindeer, just as still as still could be. And at the side of the bed stood Father and Mother and the Toyman. They seemed very happy. Of course Marmaduke grew well again, and back from Uncle Roger's came Jehosophat and Hepzebiah.
Then he took the white bits of wood which had been under the bark and he whittled away at the ends. Soon he was through. Then he slipped the pieces of bark, which looked so much like little rolled-up green papers, back on the white pieces of wood. They fitted perfectly. One he gave to Jehosophat, one to Marmaduke, and one to Hepzebiah. "What are they?" asked Marmaduke.
But there was more work to be done, for the ship had been damaged by the storm. "You stand watch an' keep off all pirates," ordered Jehosophat. "I'll be back in three shakes of a lamb's tail." It was rather a scary thing to stand guard all alone with pirates around, but Marmaduke stuck by the ship and Jehosophat went on his errand.
A little sleeping baby! Like the little Orioles Baby had been born just a few days ago. "That," said Mother, "is the prettiest fairy story of all." And the children thought so too. There we've finished just in time. We hear the Little Clock. There goes his silver tongue now. Good-night! Sweet Dreams. Jehosophat and Marmaduke were whispering together. "Let's try it," said Jehosophat.
"I'm sorry that Jehosophat and Hepzebiah are not along," said Marmaduke to himself, "they're going to miss some fun" He looked ahead through the trees Up over the hill the snow path stretched up to the dark blue sky and the stars. Millions of them there were and they were all twinkle-winking at him. And the Old Man-in-the-Moon, just over the hill, kept winking at him too.
And the Tall Corn Soldiers seized Jehosophat by the hair on the top of his head, and shoved him under the water, way under, oh, way, way under. "Give me a bite!" said the first Little Red Apple, snapping at their prisoner's face when he came to the surface again. "Me, too!" shouted the second.
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