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"Yes, and he will be well looked after now," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Your father had a letter from the miner uncle to-day, saying he was going to make a miner of Will. He gave up the idea of going to sea." "And will he dig gold?" asked Flossie. "I suppose so, dear!" "Oh, I'm going to dig gold when I grow to be a man," said Freddie. "May I have another marshmallow, Nan?"
"You're the most extraordinary person," her guest at length remarked. "Aren't you going to show me your jewels or anything like that?" "You probably have better jewels of your own," carelessly replied Adoree; then she voiced a very tame and womanly oath as a marshmallow dripped into the flames. "Pickles! I spoiled that one." "But the Cabachon rubies are real." "Sure.
But when he went to bed that night he once more gave vent to his feelings on the subject of his sister's guest. "Jeff," said he, "if a girl has absolutely no brains in her head, what do you suppose occupies the cavity?" "Give it up," returned Jeff, sleepily. "I think it must be a substance of about the consistency of a marshmallow," mused Just, thoughtfully.
"And where will you leave the diamonds, meanwhile?" "Down here, of course. I'm not going to carry them around with me too valuable," and Mr. Nelson patted his pocket. "I'll take the box to my room, and lock it in my trunk," Betty said. The evening wore on. It was one of beautiful moonlight, and the party of young people went out on the beach to have a marshmallow roast over a drift-wood fire.
When Anne had lit the stove moments before, an explosion singed her hair and propelled chocolate and marshmallow covered graham crackers across the room. Now, as we cleaned the mess, Atmananda began to speak. "Guru protected us from the Negative Forces," he said in a rich, lulling voice.
And that bear was so stuck up with the soft marshmallow candies in his eyes and nose and mouth and ears and paws and tail and fur that he had to go to sleep in the lake for a week and a day to get them washed off. So he didn't bother Cora Janet nor Flop any more, and pretty soon Curly awakened and came back to the bungalow to hear about his brother's adventure.
Hurray!" cried the six little Bunkers. Have you ever toasted marshmallow candies at the seashore beach? If you have you need not stop to read this part of the story. But if you have not, from this and the next page you may learn how to do it. In the first place you need three things to have a marshmallow roast, and you can easily guess what the first thing is. It's a box of the white candies.
The substance of our bodies is a sweet marshmallow material and we would be prey to all kinds of creatures if we had to depart these lands. We were made of the same material you are at one time, but we made the mistake of crossing swords with a Wicked Witch and in a fit of anger, before you could say 'Jacky Robinson, she changed us into marshmallows.
He rolled down the stairs to the street, stood a moment in front of Humphrey's, drew a sudden breath that was almost a gasp, waddled into the store, advanced directly on the soda fountain, and with a blazing red face and angrily triumphant eyes confronted Billy Simmons. "I'll take a chocolate marshmallow nut sundae," he said. "And you needn't be stingy with the marshmallow, either!"
"And a marshmallow roast!" added Dorothy. "Fine!" cried Bert. "I'll eat all the candies you toast!" "And I'll help!" added Harry. "You boys will have to make the fire," Nan said. "I'll gather wood!" offered Freddie. "And I'll have my little fire engine all ready to put out the blaze, if it gets too big." "A pail of water will be better," laughed Bert.
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