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"Nurse Jane gave them to me before you came in, Uncle Wiggily. But now let me tell you what I came for, and then Mrs. Spin-Spider can measure me for a new dress. I came to ask if you would do me the favor to come to my birthday party next week. Will you?" "Of course I will!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'll be delighted." "Good!" laughed Little Miss Muffet. Then along came Mrs.
I've never told it before, for I never found any one who looked interested. It was in one of the narrowest streets down by the water-side, and it was on the darkest night of the year, when" Just then the spider came to take Miss Muffet away to meet some children who came from The Golden Age.
When you looked in the right direction, you could see the big world stretching away much further than the eye could reach. Miss Muffet watched a wide-eyed little boy who was wandering about and having such an adventurous time as never was.
If they kept their eyes open, they would find plenty of ways of getting rid of it." Hans had such a shrewd twinkle in his eyes that Miss Muffet felt sure that he would always get the best of a bargain, no matter how it turned out. While Hans was talking, she noticed a little man who looked like a tailor.
"Let's change the subject, Miss," said the spider, moving toward the further side of the tuffet. "This is Christmas Eve." "Yes," answered Miss Muffet wearily. "Sixty seconds make a minute; sixty minutes make an hour. Even Christmas Eve will come to an end some time; but what's the good? For then Christmas will come, and that will never get through." "What do you say to a party?"
'The more I think of it, Lawford pushed slowly on, 'the less I understand the frantic purposelessness of all that has happened to me. Until I went down, as you said, "a godsend of a little Miss Muffet," and the inconceivable farce came off, I was fairly happy, fairly contented to dance my little wooden dance and wait till the showman should put me down into his box again. And now well, here I am.
"Bobby Shafto's" yellow hair shone finely as he led in the maid whom he came back from sea to marry. "Miss Muffet," bowl in hand, ran away from an immense black spider, which waggled its long legs in a way so life-like that some of the children shook in their little shoes. The beggars who came to town were out in full force, "rags, tags, and velvet gowns," quite true to life.
How would you like to have a literary party, and invite all the people you've read about?" "How delightful!" cried Miss Muffet gleefully. "What a dear old spider you are!" "Let's write the invitations immediately," said Mr. Spider, taking out of his pocket a ream of the most delicate cobweb paper.
And Curls, who is one of those who must mount stairs laboriously, secure to the rails she has black eyes only the bright light of which is seen through her mane she reached up for my hand, for she cannot imitate her sister's hornpipe without holding on. Miss Muffet reached a corner of the room, and swung round, light as a fairy, her hands on her hips, and said, "What do you think of that?"
"It 's time enough to rest when the work is done," she said, "and if you stay with me you must earn your board. No one is allowed to idle in this house." So Little Miss Muffet, though she felt like crying and was very tired, kept at her work until at length all was finished and the last cheese was in the press.
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