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Updated: May 6, 2025
"How clever to know it was like a saddle, the little dear! No, no, Limby; grease frock, Limby." But Limby cared nothing about a greasy frock, not he he was used enough to that and therefore roared out more lustily for a ride on the mutton. "Did you ever know such a child? What a dear, determined spirit!" "He is a child of an uncommon mind," said his mother.
"My child! my child!" said his mother. "Oh, save my child!" She snatched him up, and pressed his begreased garments close to the bosom of her best silk gown. Neither father nor mother wanted any more dinner after this. As to Limby, he was as frisky afterwards as if nothing had happened, and about half an hour from the time of this disaster cried for his dinner. By JANE TAYLOR
"Yes, my ducky, it shall have some mutton," said his mother, and immediately gave him a slice, cut up into small morsels. That was not it. Limby pushed that on the floor, and cried out: "Limby on meat! Limby on meat!" His mother could not think what he meant.
"Don't make that noise, Limby, my dear," said his father. "Dear little lamb!" said his mother; "let him amuse himself. Limby, have some pudding?" "No, Limby no pudding!" Drum! drum! drum! A piece of pudding was, however, put on Limby's plate, but he kept on drumming as before.
His mother attempted to give him the castor-oil, but Limby, although he liked tops and bottoms, and cordial, and pap, and sweetbread, and oysters, and other things nicely dished up, had no fancy for castor-oil, and struggled and kicked and fought every time his nurse or mother attempted to give it him.
He was not hungry, having been stuffed with a large piece of pound-cake about an hour before dinner; but he wanted something to do, and could not sit still. Presently a saddle of mutton was brought on the table. When Limby saw this he set up a crow of delight. "Limby ride," said he "Limby ride!" and rose up in his chair, as if to reach the dish.
The father rose, and took Limby from his chair, and, with the greatest caution, held his son's legs astride, so that they might hang on each side of the dish without touching it "just to satisfy him," as he said, "that they might dine in quiet " and was about to withdraw him from it immediately. But Limby was not to be cheated in that way.
He felt he had gained his point, and gave another kick and a squall, at the same time planting a blow on his mother's eye. "Dear little creature!" said she; "he is in a state of high convulsions and fever. He will never recover!" But Limby did recover, and in a few days was running about the house, and the master of it.
You can take care his legs or clothes do not go into the gravy." "Anything for a quiet life," said the father. "What does Limby want? Limby ride?" "Limby on bone! Limby on meat!" "Shall I put him across?" said Mr. Lumpy. "Just for one moment," said his mother; "it won't hurt the mutton."
At last he drummed the bottom of the mug into the soft pudding, to which it stuck, and by which means it was scattered all over the carpet. "Limby, my darling!" said his mother; and the servant was called to wipe Limby's mug and pick the pudding up from the floor. Limby would not have his mug wiped, and floundered about, and upset the cruet-stand and the mustard on the table-cloth.
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