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And she was off like a breeze and out of sight. "Wait a minute, Leslie, I'll go up with you," called Clive with his mouth full of shortcake and cream, but Leslie was already whirling down the street like the wind. Allison had taken the car, so there was nothing left for Clive to do but finish his shortcake and think up some form of amusement with the Freshman vamp for the afternoon.
And she made up her mind to put up a little bundle of her sugar cookies for them to eat on the way back. "I wish we could have taken some of the raspberry shortcake home to Polly," mourned Davie, speaking out what had been running in his mind all through the dinner. "She's never tasted any."
So, having set my feet on the downward path I backslode some more for behold, what should come along then but an old-fashioned shortcake, fashioned of crisp biscuit dough, with more fresh strawberries bedded down between its multiplied and mounting layers than you could buy at the Fritz-Charlton for a hundred and ninety dollars.
Great, therefore, was my delight when, a few weeks later, he expressed a desire to have me board with him. I accepted the offer as soon as possible. Much to my disappointment, shortcake was on the table at the first meal and again at the second. It proved to be the principal dish twice, and I am not sure but three times a day. The other staple was fried meat.
Mailsetter, interfering; "I hae had eneugh o' that wark Ken ye that Mr. Mailsetter got an unco rebuke frae the secretary at Edinburgh, for a complaint that was made about the letter of Aily Bisset's that ye opened, Mrs. Shortcake?"
Off hopped Uncle Wiggily to the toy shop, and there he found the same monkey-doodle gentleman who had sold him the toy woolly sheep for Little Bo Peep. "Here is more trouble," said Uncle Wiggily. "Can you fix Susie's doll so she will sing, for the doll is a little girl one, just like Susie, and her name is Sallieann Peachbasket Shortcake."
Heukbane and Mrs. Shortcake "Weel, weel, leddies," said the postmistress, "we'se sit down and crack about it. Baby, bring ben the tea-water Muckle obliged to ye for your cookies, Mrs. Shortcake and we'll steek the shop, and cry ben Baby, and take a hand at the cartes till the gudeman comes hame and then we'll try your braw veal sweetbread that ye were so kind as send me, Mrs. Heukbane."
"Please give me another piece of strawberry shortcake." Bert could hardly believe his ears. It was the ghost that was speaking! It wanted strawberry shortcake! "Freddie!" he almost shouted. "Freddie, is it you?" The ghost did not answer, but turned towards the door leading into the hallway. Bert ran after the figure in white and caught it by the arm.
The seal was a deep and well-cut impression of arms, which defied all tampering. "Od, lass," said Mrs. Shortcake, weighing it in her hand, and wishing, doubtless, that the too, too solid wax would melt and dissolve itself, "I wad like to ken what's in the inside o' this, for that Lovel dings a' that ever set foot on the plainstanes o' Fairport naebody kens what to make o' him." Mrs.
They take in the situation at a glance, realize with painful distinctness that they have sacrificed the homely slosh for the vain expectancy of apple butter, shortcake, and milk, and, with woeful countenance and mournful voice, narrate their adventure and disappointment thus: "Well, boys, we have done the best we could.
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