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'That's what I got it out for, darling; you might read a bit of it to me every day; I don't know whether it will do me any good, it's almost too late now, but I can but try. 'Shall I begin at once, mammie dear? 'Yes, directly, Rosalie; I'll just write your name in it, that you may always remember your mother when you see it.
"I know nothing about dying," answered Maurice; "I only know I want to go to heaven. I liked what Mammie Moseley told me about heaven. You are never cold there and never hungry. Now I'm beginning to be quite cold again, and in an hour or so I shall be as hungry as ever. I don't think nothing of your South, Cecile; 'tis a nasty place, I think." "We have not got South yet, darling.
'But, mammie dear, isn't it just like the sheep? 'What do you mean, Rosalie darling? 'Why, the sheep couldn't find its way back, could it, mammie? sheep never can find their way. And this sheep didn't walk back; did it? He carried it on His shoulder, like my picture; I don't suppose it would seem so very far when He carried it.
'Why not, mammie dear? asked Rosalie, with a very perplexed face. 'Never mind why, Rosalie, said her mother fretfully; 'I don't wish it. 'Very well, mammie dear, said Rosalie. 'I'll tell you some time, Rosalie, said her mother gently, a minute or two afterwards; 'not to-day, though; oh no! I can't tell it to-day.
Tiralla had been more angry with her daughter than she had ever been before, and had pulled her plaits and called her a stupid goose. All the mushrooms growing in the Przykop were fit to eat; there was not a single poisonous one among them. "But Mr. Böhnke says, and Marianna says oh, mammie, I'm so afraid of poisonous mushrooms. How awful it would be if anybody ate one."
I hab lived on dis street fer 60 years. I lived 22 y'ars whar de Hermitage Laundry ez. Dat ez whar I got de name "Mammie." W'iles livin' dere I raised eighteen chilluns white en black, en sum ob dem iz good ter me now. I had sum papah's 'bout mah age en diff'ent things, but w'en de back waters got up, dey got lost.
'But oh, mammie dear, what if it makes you bad again, as it did before ? 'It can't be helped, child; I shall have to do it, so it's no use talking about it; I may as well do it without making a fuss about it; your father is put out to-night, darling, and it would never do to annoy him more.
She stood in the middle of the street, crying again and again, with shrill laughter between, 'Nobody cares for me, and I care for nobody! Ha! ha! ha! 'Mammie! mammie! cried the elder of the children, and ran towards her. The woman heard, and rushed like a fury towards the child. Falconer too ran, and caught up the child. The woman gave a howl and rushed towards the other. I caught up that one.
But ye wull lat me kiss him afore ye tak him awa'? my ain bairnie, whause vera comin I had prepared shame for! Oh my God! But he kens naething aboot it, and winna ken for years to come! And nane but his ain mammie maun brak the dreid trowth til him! and by that time he'll lo'e her weel eneuch to be able to bide it!
I used to sit on the seashore, crying all day, and my little child used to put his arms about me and say, 'What is mammie crying for? Then my child died; seemingly without any reason, and I felt that I could not live any longer amid the desires and activities of the world. I'll not try to tell you what my grief was; you have suffered grief, and can imagine it. Perhaps you can.
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