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Updated: June 15, 2025
Why are the silken hose, the tight-fitting pantaloons, the neat kneebreeches of our forefathers impossible to-day? Are we grown more modest or has there come about a falling off, rendering concealment advisable? I can never understand, myself, why women love us.
Lessons were very well done that day, and Mr. Kneebreeches' report was all that could be wished. "I am particularly gratified," he remarked to Miss Grizzel, "by the intelligence and interest Miss Griselda displays with regard to the study of astronomy, which I have recently begun to give her some elementary instruction in.
"Tabitha," she said to her sister, when they were sitting together in the evening after Griselda had gone to bed, "Tabitha, my dear, I think the child is quite well again now. It seems to me it would be well to send a note to good Mr. Kneebreeches, to say that she will be able to resume her studies the day after to-morrow." "The day after to-morrow," repeated Miss Tabitha.
I can't remember the little old gentleman's name. Suppose we call him Mr. Kneebreeches Mr. Kneebreeches, when he found this out, conscientiously put her back to the very beginning. It was dreadful, really. He came twice a week, and the days he didn't come were as bad as those he did, for he left her a whole row I was going to say, but you couldn't call Mr.
"It's beautiful," said Dorcas. "It's out of the big blue chinay bottle on your auntie's table, isn't it, missie?" "Stuff and nonsense," replied Griselda; "it's scent of my own, Dorcas. Aunt Grizzel never had any like it in her life. There now! Please give me my slippers, I want to get up and look over my lessons for Mr. Kneebreeches before he comes.
She ate a few spoonfuls, and then took up her book again. Miss Grizzel said nothing more, but to herself she thought that Mr. Kneebreeches had not been recalled any too soon. All day long it was much the same. Nothing seemed to come right to Griselda.
"Thank you, cuckoo," interrupted Griselda. "It's very nice to hear you I mean, very dreadful to think of, but I don't want you to explain. I'll ask Mr. Kneebreeches when I'm at my lessons. You might tell me one thing, however. What's at the other side of the moon?" "There's a variety of opinions," said the cuckoo. "What are they? Tell me the funniest."
I can't remember the little old gentleman's name. Suppose we call him Mr. Kneebreeches Mr. Kneebreeches, when he found this out, conscientiously put her back to the very beginning. It was dreadful, really. He came twice a week, and the days he didn't come were as bad as those he did, for he left her a whole row, I was going to say, but you couldn't call Mr.
"Only, you see, cuckoo, I never tell anybody about what I see when I am with you." "No," replied the cuckoo; "better not. "No, I don't think I am," she replied. "But, cuckoo, isn't this sea awfully big?" "Pretty well," said the cuckoo. "Just half, or nearly half, the size of the moon; and, no doubt, Mr. Kneebreeches has told you that the moon's diameter and circumference are respec "
Kneebreeches'. I have made up my mind about that, for to-day, do you know, cuckoo " "Yesterday," corrected the cuckoo. "Always be exact in your statements, Griselda." "Well, yesterday, then," said Griselda, rather tartly; "though when you know quite well what I mean, I don't see that you need be so very particular. Well, as I was saying, I tried and tried, but still they were fearful.
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