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Updated: May 23, 2025
He heard Jeppe's squeaky voice, and looked at the young master, who sat there submissively, without having the courage to express his opinion, and all at once he felt terribly sorry for himself. "That was right," buzzed old Jeppe, "a shoemaker mustn't be afraid to wax his hide a little. What? I believe it has actually brought the water to his eyes!
'Get ready, all of you! Then the Chief Weasel for it was he began in a high, squeaky voice 'Toad he went a-pleasuring Gaily down the street The Badger drew himself up, took a firm grip of his stick with both paws, glanced round at his comrades, and cried 'The hour is come! Follow me! And flung the door open wide. My! What a squealing and a squeaking and a screeching filled the air!
The spot which Dot chose for her schoolroom was down in a lane behind Wild Rose Cottage. Uncle Squeaky helped Scamper and Limpy-toes set four strong corner posts and made a roof of green boughs to shelter the kiddies when it rained; but there were no walls to shut out the fresh air and sunshine. There were rows of green mossy seats and a desk in which Dot could keep her books and papers.
Aunt Squeaky tiptoed in with a pile of cute little hemstitched handkerchiefs; Mammy had a handful of gay ribbon bows and neckties; and Granny was hanging up ten pair of scarlet mittens. Uncle Squeaky brought in a red double-runner sled and pushed it under the tree! "I guess Santa is a joke," chuckled Buster sleepily. "Won't we have fun sliding on that double-runner Uncle has made!"
I attacked the squeaky melodion, pushed down a pedal, pulled out the "vox humana" stop the most harmless one of the melodion, but which gave out a supernaturally hoarse sound I struck the chord, and standing up I began.
Met and embraced by Cousin Jenny at the station and driven to the house in the squeaky surrey, the moment we arrived she and my mother would put on the dressing-sacks I associated with hot weather, and sit sewing all day long in rocking-chairs at the coolest end of the piazza.
He had a thin and squeaky voice, and spoke to us in our own tongue, guessing no doubt that we were English from our faces. 'Twas true he handled the language badly enough, yet I was glad he used it, for so I could follow all that was said.
It was piled high with furniture, boxes of food and clothing, and all sorts of supplies. Dot and Silver Ears had rummaged in Mrs. Giant's trunk and chosen pretty pieces of cloth from which they could make dainty summer gowns. Aunt Squeaky and Mother Graymouse had spent the day baking ginger cookies, jelly tarts, and other goodies.
Doctor, be good enough to measure six paces"... "Take your places!" repeated Ivan Ignatevich, in a squeaky voice. "Excuse me!" I said. "One further condition. As we are going to fight to the death, we are bound to do everything possible in order that the affair may remain a secret, and that our seconds may incur no responsibility. Do you agree?"... "Quite." "Well, then, this is my idea.
"Yes, for good," she explained ecstatically, "or," more slowly, "or at least for quite a while. You see I like it here! It's just like home already just like I always imagined home would be when I really had one, anyway. There's so much room and it's warm, too. And then, the floors don't squeak, either. I don't think I care for squeaky floors do you?"
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