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Brother was only loving little sister. Be careful, Ebbie. You can take hold of sister's hair, but not too hard. They love each other so," she went on. "Ebbie is really sentimental about Rebbie. He loves to touch and stroke her glorious blonde hair. Did you ever see such hair as Rebbie's?" It came into Mrs.
From the depths of the Jack-o'-Lantern came a shrill, infantile cry. "Is that Ebbie," asked Mrs. Dodd, "or Rebbie?" Mrs. Holmes turned upon her with suppressed fury. "Don't you ever dare to allude to my children in that manner again," she commanded, hoarsely. "What is their names?" quavered Uncle Israel, lighting his candle. "Their names," returned Mrs.
"It was a involuntary spasm brought on by takin' two searchin' medicines too near together. 'T wa'n't a fit!" "Nor children " "The idea!" snapped Mrs. Holmes. "Poor little Ebbie and Rebbie had to be born somewhere." "Nor paralysis " "That was Cousin Si Martin," said Mrs. Dodd, half to herself. "He was took bad with it in the night."
I believe Rebbie is going to be a philanthropist, or a college-settlement worker. See, she is trying to give the doll the molasses the very best part of it. Did you ever see such a beautiful spirit in one so young?" Before Mrs. Carr could answer, young Ebeneezer had finished his wood carving and had grabbed his protesting twin by the hair. "There, there, Rebbie," soothed the mother, "don't cry.
He absolutely adores his mother, as my other children do. You never saw such beautiful sentiment as they have. The other day, now, when I went away and left Rebbie alone in my apartment, she took down my best hat and put it on. The poor little thing wanted to be near her mother. Is it not touching?" "It is indeed," Dorothy assented, dryly. "My children have never been punished," continued Mrs.
"She's a-goin' to bury me. She's got the spade hid under my bed now." Sudden emotion completely changed Mrs. Dodd's countenance. "There, there, Willie," she said, stroking him kindly. "Where is your ma?" "She's out in the orchard with Ebbie and Rebbie." "Well now, deary, don't you say nothin' at all to your ma, an' we'll fool her. The idea of buryin' a nice little boy like you!
At this point the small Rebecca entered, dragging her doll by one arm, and munching a thick slice of bread, thinly coated with molasses. "I distinctly said jam," remarked Mrs. Holmes. "Servants are so heedless. I do not know that molasses is good for Rebbie. What would you think, Mrs. Carr?" "I don't think it will hurt her if she doesn't get too much of it."
"It is beautiful to be a mother the most beautiful thing on earth! Just think how much I have done for the world!" Her sallow face glowed with the conscious virtue bestowed by one of the animal functions upon those who have performed it. "In what way?" queried Mrs. Carr, wholly missing the point. "Why, in raising Willie and Ebbie and Rebbie!
She was properly punished for it, however. I myself saw Willie throw a stick of stove wood at her and hit her foolish head with it. I think Willie is going to be a soldier, a commander of an army. He has so much executive ability and never misses what he aims at. "Rebbie, don't chew on that side, darling; remember your loose tooth is there. Mamma doesn't want it to come out."
"Willie," she commanded, "go out and get the kitty for your little sister. There, there, Rebbie, darling, don't cry any more! Brother has gone to get the kitty. Don't cry!" But "brother" had not gone. "Chase it yourself," he remarked, coolly. "I'm going out to the barn." "Dear Willie's individuality is developing every day," Mrs. Holmes went on, smoothly. "There, there, Rebbie, don't cry any more.
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