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"They take cheese and herring, bulbs and butter, and lots of other things besides, and bring back to us wheat and meal and all sorts of good things from the lands across the sea." "I think I'll be a sea captain when I'm big," said Kit. "So will I," said Kat. "Girls can't," said Kit.
The people of Harar eat it every day from 9 A.M. till near noon, when they dine and afterwards indulge in something stronger, millet-beer and mead. The Gerad, after polite inquiries, seated me by his right hand upon the Dais, where I ate Kat and fingered my rosary, whilst he transacted the business of the day.
'Put up your knife, Katharine cried, 'I have seen too much of it. 'Aye, I am a good man, he boasted, 'but when I come back you shall see me a great one. There shall be patents for farms given me. There shall be gold. There shall be never such another as I. I will give thee such gowns, Kat. She sat still, but smoothed back a lock of her fair hair that glowed in the firelight.
So Kat rushed to the door, and shouted: "Er-nes-tin-e-e, cakes are getting cold," with an amount of energy and noise that might have reached that young lady, had she been sitting on the top-most round of the farthest chimney; but there was no response of any kind, neither was there any indications of a light up stairs, so Kat went back, remarking, as she again fell to work: "She's put on her new toggery, most likely, and gone somewhere."
"Has anybody any disappointments to tell to-night," she asked, looking around at the bright happy faces, and remembering another night long ago, when they all sat so, and told such. "Yes, I've got one," announced Kat, just as briskly as she had done on that other night.
Kat, after much grumbling, finally brought her tooth to comparative submission, and went to sleep, while Kittie fled from the field of fractions, and spent her morning in the swing, which hung in the shed. Just before dinner, the door-bell rang, and in a minute Ernestine came flying up stairs. "There," she cried, waving a tinted paper. "I've something to please you with. Just listen: 'Mrs.
I'll tell her to come down and I think she will," Kat cried incoherently, and vanished with a complicated and wonderful gesture of her hands, that might have passed for a supplication for forgiveness, a benediction, or total despair, or most anything. "Go down stairs," were her first words, as she rushed into the room where Kittie sat, and cast herself on to the bed with a hysterical laugh.
"Yes, something has," was Bea's answer; and Kittie went sorrowfully away to tell Kat and Olive not to rejoice so much, yet. It was quite late that night, and every one had gone to bed, except Mrs.
This is a picture of Kit and Kat. They are Twins, and they live in Holland. Kit is the boy, and Kat is the girl. Of course their real names are not Kit and Kat at all. Their real names are Christopher and Katrina. But you can see for yourself that such long names as that would never in the world fit such a short pair of Twins. So the Twins' Mother, Vrouw Vedder, said,
'Why, he said, 'you may hold it for main and certain that he have not had Kat Howard down. For, having had her down, a would never have thrown a man by the throat for miscalling of her. Therefore Kat Howard is up for all of he, and I may loosen my feelings. He spat gravely at Culpepper's feet.
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