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"He never goes alone, Silvy," replied Mother Graymouse, calmly. "Hopsy Toad, and Webbie Spider are going chestnutting with me," said Buster. "I had a nice walk yesterday with Bunny and Bobsey Rabbit. They took me over to Mr. Giant's strawberry bed. What do you think, Mammy! There are ripe red berries and pretty blossoms, now! On the way home, we saw yellow dandelion blossoms.
For in spite of the bonfire, the wind was blowing cold on the hill. While I spoke Silvy had become absorbed in watching the fire again. I would have walked quietly away, but as I turned to go she thrust her head toward me quickly and whispered: "Wait! don't you ever tell!" Silvy put her hand to her lips. "No," said I, smiling. "Silvy never told," she went on; "except to you. You've got a key.
This was Indian corn, and it was excellent food; but Silvy was a long, long time before she would eat any of this sweet corn, she was so vexed at being caught and shut up in prison; besides, she was very much afraid that the Indians were going to eat her.
"Nurse, I am so glad pretty Silvy was not killed, and that the good Indians took care of her." "It is time now, my dear, for you to put down your book," said Mrs. Frazer, "and to-morrow we will read some more." "Yes, if you please, Mrs. Frazer," said Lady Mary.
Ricollec', I had one o' dese heah green-handle sto'e brooms, an' Pompey he come over to my cabin one mornin' an' he say, 'Sis' Tamar, he say, 'would you mind loandin' Sis' Sophy-Sophia dat green-handle straw broom dat you sweeps out de chu'ch-house wid? You 'member, I was married to Wash Williams dat time Wash Williams wha' live down heah at de cross-roads now. He's married to Yaller Silvy now.
'Ha! ha! and behind his sleeve, too. Such things are damnable!" Silvy's dulcet tones ran over that hard word with the mildest and softest of accents. "And they bring wine," she continued. "Silvy cl'ared off the table one night. She heard 'em sing, and they says to him, 'What about pretty Beck? and he says 'We must have a little fun, you know, ha! ha! and then, 'ha! ha! behind his sleeve.
Silver Ears left little Squealer to cry himself to sleep while she stood on tiptoe before the old cracked looking-glass and tied a pink ribbon in a bow under her chin. "Where did you get that ribbon, Miss Prinky?" asked Buster. "In the play-room," laughed Silver Ears. "It used to belong to the doll, but now it belongs to me." "You look very sweet, Silvy," lisped Tiny.
Then Silvy thought it wisest to seem to trust the racoon's word, and she came out of her hole, and went a few paces to point out the tree, where her enemy the red squirrel's store of nuts was; but as soon as she saw Mister Coon disappear in the hollow of the tree, she bade him good-bye, and whisked up a tall tree, where she knew the racoon could not reach her; and having now quite recovered her strength, she was able to leap from branch to branch, and even from one tree to another, whenever they grew, close and the boughs touched, as they often do in the grand old woods in Canada; and so she was soon far, far away from the artful coon, who waited a long time, hoping to carry off poor Silvy for his dinner.
Now if Silvy could keep it all together, you'd straighten it out maybe. Silvy can't straighten it out. Where did she hear so much, I wonder! She hears too much, Silvy does." She knitted her brows in pitiful perplexity. "You were talking about the fishermen," said I. "No," said Silvy, shaking her head; "about Beck. She never says, 'Crazy Silvy! There she goes!
I would not exchange a life of freedom in these fine old woods, for all the dainties in the world. So, Silvy, if you prefer a life of idleness and ease to living with me in the forest, I must say good-bye to you."
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