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This being evidently the central point of the entertainment, Aunt Chloe began now to bustle about earnestly in the supper department. "Here you, Mose and Pete! get out de way, you niggers! Get away, Mericky, honey, mammy'll give her baby some fin, by and by.
"You can't bake any longer in the old thing," said Ben, turning over and looking at her; "poor girl, I don't see how you've stood it so long." "And we've been stuffing it," cried Polly merrily, "till 'twon't stuff any more." "No," said Ben, turning back again, "that's all worn out." "Well, you must go to sleep," said Polly, "or mammy'll be up here; and Phronsie hasn't had her breakfast either."
"Jim, her baby is crying " "He gets his living by crying. I've never heard of his doing anything else." Biddy brought her foot down with an emphatic thump. "There now, not another step do yees get out o' me fur that cint. I've give ye good measure and fancy steps throwed in. An' me shoe is danced off me fut, an' me mammy'll lick me. See that now!" and she held up her flapping sole.
"Mammy'll find it out; better wait till to-morrow; and besides Polly " And Ben stopped, unwilling to dampen this propitious beginning. "The stove'll act like everything, to-morrow! I know 'twill; then what'll you do!" "It sha'n't!" said Polly, running up to look it in the face; "if it does, I'll shake it; the mean old thing!"
"Don't cry, youngsters," he gasped; "be good, and we may get home again yet." "Oh, come now," urged Kitty; "come tell mammy mammy'll whip'em for hurtin' 'oo; naughty Injins!" Rudolph, forgetting his misery for an instant, laughed outright at Kitty's words. The next instant he shook his head solemnly at her "No, Kitty, mother couldn't whip 'em. But oh, I wish we were home!
Sleep, ma baby, de angels want you sho! De angels want you, guess I know, But mammy hol' you, hol' you tight jes' so. "Sleep, ma baby, close youah lil fingahs, Meah, Loo-la, Loo-la, tight about ma fingahs heah, De dawk come close, but baby don' you nebbeh feah, Youah mammy'll hol' you, hol' you till de mawn appeah.
Mammy'll whip you by and by! Then we'll all come 'round to see How big a baby you can be. Cry, Danny, cry!" Danny Meadow Mouse began to snivel. He cried softly to himself as Peter Rabbit hopped off down the Lone Little Path. Soon along came Reddy Fox. He saw Danny Meadow Mouse sitting on his doorstep crying all by himself. Reddy Fox crept up behind a tall bunch of grass.
Pepper, impulsively; "they shall have their stockings, too." "And we'll make the tree pretty enough," said Polly, enthusiastically; "we shan't want the presents to hang on; we've got so many things. And then we'll have hickory nuts to eat; and perhaps mammy'll let us make some molasses candy the day before," she said, with a sly look at her mother. "You may," said Mrs. Pepper, smiling.
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