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No; I can't afford to have my 'healthy tone' demoralized. I shall face my duty, even if I have to ask him to sit by the kitchen hob, as Cicely calls it, while I prepare his simple meal." Cicely gave the last of the peppermint to Melchisedek who bolted it with an ill-advised greed that brought the tears to his eyes, for the peppermint was a hot one.
Every friend she had in the world suggested a different remedy, and she tried them all on Uncle Peter. The cold got frightened and left on the second day, but a woman has to be loyal to her friends, so Aunt Martha kept on spraying Uncle Peter's system with dandelion tea and fried peppermint until every microbe heard about him and dropped in to pay him a long visit.
"Take it in your hand, woman," said Pete. Nancy cleaned her hands and took the letter, turned it over and felt it in her fingers as if it had been linen. "And this is from Kirry, is it? It's nice, too. I haven't much schooling, Pete, but I'm asking no better than a letter myself. It's like a peppermint in your frock on Sunday if you're low you're always knowing it's there, anyway."
His ear was often on the ground that morning and twice he left Jack "to snook" out to the trail and look for tracks. Solomon could imitate the call of the swamp robin, and when they were separated in the bush, he gave it so that his friend could locate him. At midday they sat down in deep shade by the side of a brook and ate their luncheon. "This 'ere is Peppermint Brook," said Solomon.
"I'll come right home, Mamsie," said Joel, quite upset in his mind whether to take two white peppermint drops and two pink ones, or if it would do to take three apiece. "And don't let any cold water get on that hand," charged Mrs. Pepper the last thing. "Why, Mamsie?" asked Joel, looking up. "'Cause it would be very bad," said Mother Pepper, shaking her head warningly, "very bad, Joel.
I got some peppermint fo' mah mule, Boomerang, dat's what I got." "Oh! It's you, is it, Rad?" asked the youth in easier tones. "Dat's who it am, Did yo' t'ink it were some un else?" "I did," replied Tom. "Andy Foger has been sneaking around. Keep your eyes open the rest of the night, Rad." "I will, Massa Tom." The youth went into the house, having left word with the engineer, Mr.
He makes no resistance, but cuddles into the child's bosom, and eats a leaf as they go along; while his mother sits aloft, and grunts indignant at the abstraction of her offspring, but, on the whole, takes it pretty comfortably, and goes on with her dinner of peppermint leaves. What a short day it has been!
We bought peppermint bullseyes with the fourpence I had over, and the others wanted to know where we got the money, but we would not tell. Only afterwards when Noel came home we told him, because they were his flowers, and he said it was quite right. He made some poetry about it. I only remember one bit of it.
The men shuffled about in their seats, and crossed their legs; the women settled their bonnet-strings, and gave the little children a peppermint drop, and the larger children a hymn-book to read. There were the usual rustling and whispering in the choir, and the creaking footsteps of the one or two who entered shamefacedly, as though they would explain that the horses had detained them.
It is odd at the same time that when I question memory as to the living hours themselves, those of the stuffed and dim little hall of audience, smelling of peppermint and orange-peel, where the curtain rose on our gasping but rewarded patience, two performances only stand out for me, though these in the highest relief.
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