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It is exactly fitted for use as a family authority, in that it is the work, not of a theorizer, but of a woman who knows what she is talking about. It is the very common-sense of the science of cookery." Extracts from Sallie Joy White's letters in Philadelphia and Portland papers. "Mrs.
I can find my way around now, for I have studied a map of Chicago and I can go by the most direct route to Mother Beasley's." "And find that cunning little Inez, too?" asked Grace. "Yes. If I want to. But to-day I want to go to see if Sallie and Celia went back to Mrs. Beasley's. I heard from Sallie's mother by this morning's post, and the poor woman is dreadfully worked up about the runaways.
He understands so you needn't be afraid of what he'll find out." "I don't care what happens to me," the girl repeated in the same monotonous voice. Warham rose. "I'll send your Aunt Sallie," said he. "And when I call, she'll bring you down." The girl's silence, her non-resistance the awful expression of her still features made him uneasy. He went to the window instead of to the door.
Frank was of a mind to try the plan that had come to him sending Andy off to try and reach some other farm where they would have a telephone; while he himself remained to keep watch. That might necessitate taking Sallie into their confidence, for they would need to ask questions, and perhaps borrow a horse. On second thought Frank was now a little sorry he had not seen fit to tell the girl all.
Camp Rest-a-While was near the edge of the big woods, and in the book called "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue in the Big Woods," which is just before this one, you may read of the adventures with Bunny's train of electric cars, and of the fun Sue had with her electrical Teddy bear, which could flash its eyes when a button was pressed in his back or rather, her back, for Sue had named her Teddy bear Sallie Malinda, insisting that it was a girl bear.
"But I guess we'll never see our uncles or Aunt Sallie again. Why, we haven't even heard from Mr. Jackson since our vaudeville show busted up. "Well, I'm going to write just one more letter," went on Mart, and he got out pen, ink, and paper. "I'm going to write to that man in New York who used to act in the same play with Uncle Simon. Mr.
Why the little kittie; Lulu's little kittie, you know, that Aunt Lettie thought had come from the pussy-willows. "When are we going to eat?" asked Bushytail, after a while, and he spoke out loud. "Hush!" cried Sister Sallie. "You mustn't ask that, Billie; it isn't polite!" "Well, I wanted to know," said the little boy squirrel. "Bless your heart!" exclaimed Aunt Lettie. "Of course you do.
I am going to show you all how I love you; I am going to prove to you that what has appeared odd and unlady-like were but leadings to my development." More lines were erased, and then the letter thus proceeded: "For some time I have had it in mind to make Sallie Pruitt a present, but as I have no idea as to what she might like best, I enclose twenty dollars, which you will please give to her.
Foster's face deepened into sternness as he answered: "Sallie is only one of the many victims of our beautiful system of public poisoning. The son of her mother's employer, in a fit of drunken rage, threw her from the very top of a long flight of stairs, and now she lies warped and misshapen, mourning her life away. By the way" he continued, turning suddenly toward Mr.
One pleasant evening in the early spring, Miss Mathilda was standing on the steps beside the open door, feeling cheerful in the pleasant, gentle night. Anna came down the street, returning from her evening out. "Don't shut the door, please, Miss Mathilda," Anna said in a low voice, "I don't want Sallie to know I'm home." Anna went softly through the house and reached the kitchen door.
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