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Rather than let Barry take either hand off the wheel she feeds him herself, even if he does complain about gettin' his countenance smeared up with mustard some. Anyway, we didn't lose any time if we did spill more or less of the coffee. "Cheerie oh!" sings out Barry, readin' a sign board. "Only twenty miles more!" "But such up-and-downy miles!" says Ann.
"I should think you had never done much with your fingers, then," said Aunt Cheerie; "for I never knew your tongue to be still, except when you were asleep." I felt a little anxious to change the subject, and so began the story at once. "Little Sukey Gray " "What a funny name!" cried the Fairy. Yes, and a funny girl was Sukey Gray.
Eh, but you're the weel-aff woman now, to hae a room like that, an' rale waxcloth on the floor!" "I thocht it was a fine, cheerie bit thing," Nellie would say. "It mak's the hoose ever so much mair heartsome." "So it is," would come the reply. "It's a fine, but cheerie thing. You're a rale weel-aff woman, I can tell ye," and the woman would go home to dream of one day having a room like Mrs.
And you mus' tell me a story, you mus', 'cause I'm a-helpin' Aunt Cheerie, I am." For you must know that the Small Chick is not very polite, and doesn't say "please," when she can help it. "Lend us a hand at the apples, too," said Aunt Cheerie. "No, I can't tell stories and pare apples, too."
Wherever Aunt Cheerie was, the children were sure to be; and so there was Sunbeam, knife in hand, and Fairy, cutting a paring something less than half an inch thick, while the dear little Chicken was wiping apples for the others to pare, and little Tow-head, baby-brother, was trying to upset the peach-box, in which were a couple of pet chickens, that were hatched out too late, and that had to be kept in-doors to secure them from Jack Frost.
"Mayhap, but he ain't the longest," retorted Rodney; "go on." "Humph! well, down sits Guy on the head o' the tombstone, and pats old Jeph on the shoulder. "`Here I am, Jeph; come now, what is it you are so anxious to tell me? "The old man sat up: `I'm goin' to die, says he. "`Nonsense, cried the young 'un, in a cheerie tone, by way of "don't say that." `You're as tough as an old bo'sn.
Happy they who do it, They that shirk shall rue it!" It was rather a warm day in autumn. Aunt Cheerie had given the sewing-machine and the piano a holiday, and was sitting in the woodshed, paring apples for preserves.
Ye mind she had a shooster shopie at the fit o' Collie Park, an' she had a big lookin' gless for her customers seeing hoo their frocks fitted. Ay weel than, I set the gless juist up again' the wa' at the end o' the garret, firnent the fireplace an' it made the roomie real cantie an' cheerie lookin'. When I heard the din Sandy was makin', I goes my wa's up the stair on my tiptaes.
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