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"Ouch!" cried Sue, as the hot candy burned her tongue. "Oh, it hurts!" she sobbed. "It hurts me!" But Mother Brown put some cold, sweet cream on Sue's tongue, and soon the burning pain stopped. After that Sue waited until the brown and roasted candy had cooled before she ate any. "Oh, dear!" suddenly cried Bunny, as he was roasting a marshmallow for himself. "Oh, dear!"
Kedzie was free to guzzle soda-water at her will. Her forefinger and thumb went along the stacks of candy, dipping like a robin's beak. She was forever licking her fingers and brushing marshmallow dust off her chest. She usually had a large, square caramel outlined in one round cheek. But the ecstasy did not abide. Kedzie began to realize why Mr. and Mrs. Fleissig were sad.
She was very angry, but she was determined that her tormentor should not know it. "A young lady of few words," commented Mr. Smith. "Next item appears to be six boxes of marshmallows. Where is the marshmallow department, Mary Jane?" Mary-'Gusta hesitated. The tin boxes of marshmallows were on the shelf behind the counter under the candy case.
I will just make myself appear that way on occasion when the situation calls for it." The marshmallow man fell to his marshmallow knees. "Forgive me, your Highness!" he said. "You really are a Fairy! I most humbly apologize for my mistake. But you must admit, you really did look like a mere human child. How was I to know?" "I don't think it should have mattered," said Elephant.
It's the sort of a weird, muffled noise you'll sometimes make in your sleep, after a late welsh rabbit. I didn't think he could turn any whiter; but he does. His face has about as much color left in it as a marshmallow. Then the thing on the floor rears up on its hind legs until it tops Blair by two feet, and there comes another of them deep "Woofs!"
The Harringtons sank back in their chairs with a sigh of relief apiece. "I don't care if Philip eats every marshmallow on earth, I'm not going to stir till I've talked it over with you, Allan," said his wife determinedly. She looked so pretty as she said it that Allan rose from his chair, tipped her chin back and kissed her.
It is a barouche in fine weather, and a brougham when it rains. It is apparently light, but, when six persons are in it, it is heavy and tires out your only horse. On the back seat, spread out like flowers, is your young wife in full bloom, with her mother, a big marshmallow with a great many leaves.
Fill prunes with one large browned almond and one-half marshmallow or with another prune, roll in granulated sugar, and when all are finished, put in oven for two or three minutes. Drain the bunches by laying on a sieve, and when partly dry dip again into the boiled syrup.
"What's the matter with you?" asked his father. "Did you burn your tongue, Bunny?" "No, but my candy slipped off my stick, and it's all burning up in the fire." "Never mind," said Mother Brown. "Here's another candy. Next time don't hold the marshmallow over the fire so long. That makes it soft, so it melts, and it won't stay on the stick."
The one that could apparently phase out almost any electromagnetic frequency up to about a hundred thousand megacycles including sixty-cycle power frequencies was considered to be a particularly cute item. So was the gadget that reduced the tensile strength of concrete to about that of a good grade of marshmallow.
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