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"I don't know," said Prudy, "but I guess I shall want somethin' by and by." "There, there, darling," said grandma, "don't cry." "No, I won't," said Prudy, trying to stop. "I was a-talkin' to myself, and I said, 'I won't cry no more, and then I cried. I don't like to stay in this country, grandma, 'thout I can have somethin' to eat!"
"Well, 'tain't there now," replied Prudy; "it's all wounded now, and I put it where it b'longs." "Where's that?" asked grandma, laughing. "Well, I don't know," answered Prudy, trying to think; "but I guess it's somewhere." Mrs. Parlin began to think it was a foolish plan to let Prudy take her knitting-work. I was going to mention something she did the last day she carried it.
"Be they up in the Pines?" "It means a picnic, that's all," said aunt Madge, "and a very nice time you will have." "A picnic!" screamed all the voices in chorus. It was almost too good to believe. Grace clapped her hands and laughed. Susy ran about the room like a crazy thing. Prudy hopped up and down, and Horace tried to stand on his head.
"I'm sorry you've lost your sister," whispered the soap-man; "but as you seem to be pretty well tired out, suppose you jump into my cart and ride with me." Prudy wondered why the man still kept whispering, but presumed there was some reason why the loss of Dotty aught to be kept secret.
Dotty Dimple became a school-girl, with a "bosom friend" and a pearl ring. Prudy, who called herself "the middle-aged sister," grew tall and slender. Katie was four years old, and just a little heavier, so she no longer needed a cent in her pocket to keep her from blowing away. The Parlins had been at Willowbrook a week before the Cliffords arrived. There was a great sensation over Katie.
Been down in a coal mine, Prudy never'd dare to. Had a jigger cut out of my side. Been to the 'Sylum. One of the conductors said, 'That's a fine little daughter of yours, sir. I heard him. Aunt 'Ria washed all those grease-spots out of my dress, and I had on a clean ruffle. And then, just 'cause I couldn't say coker-whacker "
"Yes, sir; she said the prongs of the chair stuck into her side." "It hurt me dreffully," said Prudy, who had until now forgotten all about it. "Susy spoke so quick, and said I was a little snail; and then I rolled over and over, and down I went."
"An' what do he say?" inquired Calvin Oke, drawing a short pipe from his lips. "In round numbers, he says nothing, but takes on." "A wisht state!" "Ay, 'tis wisht. Will 'ee be so good as to frisk up the beverage, Prudy, my dear?" Prudy took up a second large mug that stood warming on the hearthstone, and began to pour the eggy-hot from one vessel to the other until a creamy froth covered the top.
Dotty needed no coaxing to keep on doing mischief, but hit the musical knife harder than ever, giving it a dizzy motion, like the clapper in a mill. Prudy was quite annoyed by the sound, but did not really know whether to be nervous or not, and concluded to express her vexation in groans: the groans she was giving in memory of the departed Mr. Shotwell, who had died of a "cannon bullet."
Prudy said she loved me; but if she does, why don't she come up here, and get me some clean clothes?" Meanwhile, at the dinner-table down stairs, there were three places empty. Mrs. Eastman had gone to Cumberland, and Susy told her father that Johnny and Dotty were away somewhere at play. It was such a careless household, and the meals were so irregular, that Mr.
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