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'Yes, said Nan at once, 'and there is another like that that the collier-boats can't stand. If you call out to a collier, "There's a rat in your chains" he'd drive his schooner ashore to get after you. 'I suppose you have tried, said her mother, with calm dignity. 'I believe Nan spends most of her time, said the Beauty, 'in making mud-pies with the boys in Shoreham Harbour.
Ginger was called to her more than once when so much candy made her teeth ache, and she found him a very hot- tempered little man; but he stopped the pain, so she was glad to see him. A lime-drop boy and a little pink checker-berry girl were her favorite playmates; and they had fine times making mud-pies by scraping the chocolate rocks and mixing this dust with honey from the wells near by.
Look where she would, she met them, unless she looked out of the window; so out of the window she did look unswervingly, her delicate little face burning crimson with self-consciousness. She could see her home and its back yard plainly, with Lionel Hezekiah making mud-pies joyfully in the corner. Presently she saw Judith come out of the house and stride away to the pine wood behind it.
"I suppose it's a sort of natural provision." "Think of Mrs. Allan with her outrageous eight all making mud-pies!" cried Hadria; "a magnificent 'natural provision! A small income, a small house, with those pervasive eight. Allan with a racking headache. It is indeed not difficult to understand how a mother would get absorbed in her children. Why, their pinafores alone would become absorbing."
She remonstrated with the little mother, saying that she aimed not to disturb anybody not even Uncle Pros. "Uncle Pros!" Laurella echoed from the hearthstone, where she sat on her heels, like a little girl playing at mud-pies.
The priest has crusaded against her, and stones have flown at her as she went by from dissatisfied lovers; and the very children, paddling in the sea and making mud-pies in the sand, have put out forefinger and little finger and screamed, "Witch, witch! ugly witch!" as she passed with basket or brick load; but Dionea has only smiled, that snake-like, amused smile, but more ominous than of yore.
We may fancy the tree saying to it: "What are you doing here? The Luxembourg is only a short distance from here, and is charming. Children are there, making mud-pies, nurses upon the seats chattering with the military, lovers promenading, holding hands. Go there, you simpleton!" The blackbird flew away, and the university tree, once more solitary and alone, drooped its dispirited leaves.
"Ho, ho! Straw-nose!" the spy cried out; "and what is the baby doing? Is it playing with the pretty pebbles? Is it making mud-pies? It was a sweet child, so it was." Napoleon flushed with anger, enraged both at the intrusion and the teasing. "Pig! imbecile!" he cried; "get down from my hedge, or I will make you!" "Ho! hear the infant!" came back the taunting answer.
But he did hit on a possible explanation as to what they did with all the rubbish they gathered." "Made mud-pies, I guess," grunted the captain. "More or less," agreed Jarvis. "They use it for food, Leroy thinks. If they're part vegetable, you see, that's what they'd want soil with organic remains in it to make it fertile. That's why they ground up sand and biopods and other growths all together.
What he needs are various simple arrangements of the four elements earth, air, fire and water. Earth. The child has a noted affinity for it, and he is specially happy when he has plenty of it on hands, face, and clothes. The love of mud-pies is universal; children of all nationalities and of all degrees of civilization delight in it. No activity could be more wholesome. Next to mud comes sand.