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Updated: May 27, 2025
He was gone some time and we did not know where he was. My little four year old brother George heard much talk of Border Ruffians, and he went around flourishing a long thorn for a dagger, and boasting in childish accent: "Bad Border 'uffians s'an't get my pa. I hit 'em in 'e eye wid my dagger." One day I was helping uncle drop corn, when George came running to us, much excited.
She threw her chubby arms about her mother's neck, saying, "Is I your little comfort, mamma? I camed in the hoss and carriage. S'an't give Prudy no supper will you? 'Cause Prudy runned away!" "I should not have allowed this child to come," said Mrs. Parlin, at the tea table; "but cousin Percy always picks up the stray babies, and gives them a ride."
"Nice, nice man, vewy nice! Floss s'an't have it, he s'ant Floss a geedy boy. He dived it me for meself. Oh, an' yes!" With a sudden remembrance of something less absorbing than the ball, she held up the paper a mere folded scrap. Alexia seized it eagerly, held it fast in her hands, asked almost inaudibly: "Who gave it to you, child?" "Him did. You droppened it.
After tea she had a serious quarrel with her little cousin Johnny, over a dead squirrel, which they both tried to feed with sugared water, from a teaspoon. "Johnny," cried she, "don't you touch his mouf any more! If you do, I s'an't w'ip you, Johnny, but I'll sp'inkle some ashes on your head! Yes, I will."
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