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Cicely was fond of blackberries, so she set her basket down, climbed the fence, and was soon busily engaged in gathering the fruit, delicious even in its wild state. She had soon eaten all she cared for. But the berries were still numerous, and it occurred to her that her granddaddy would like a blackberry pudding for dinner.
It must end now, however; but not before I ask you to give my best regards to your kind granddaddy. Don't let the cold winter that is coming, chill your warm affection for Your sincere friend, Donald MacDonald. P.S. I told Mike what you wrote to him, and he wigwagged a message of love back to you with his tail. Big Jerry's Cabin in Webb's Gap, Virginia. Sep't. 20, 1912.
"I reckon I might as well see the fun through if I never set a hoof on old Plymouth Rock again. My granddaddy was a minute-man at Lexington. Say" he paused, and his sober face turned sad "if all the bean-eaters who claim their grandpas were minute-men tell the truth, there wasn't no glory in winning at Lexington, there was such a tremendous sight of 'em.
When he saw that it was only some poor wild geese that had awakened him, he lay down again. "'No, old granddaddy, you mustn't go back to sleep! I cried. 'Flee as fast as you can! There are poachers in the forest, and they are bound for this very deer fold. "'Thank you, goose mother! said the elk. He seemed to be dropping to sleep while he was speaking.
They went to Boston last fall Boston is a hot-bed of spookism, as you may know. They spent the winter there among the brethren, and have come on here for a change." "They'll get it. What is the girl doing?" "Spooking mainly. That's all her 'guides' will allow her to do. Clarke still dominates the household by the aid of the ghostly granddaddy a grim old chap that. They hold regular 'séances' now."
"She and old Father Owl used to live deep in the woods in a hollow tree, but one time they determined to move out to the edge of the hill, because the air was better, and what tree should they choose for their home but this very one where Granddaddy Thistletop has been living as long as I can remember. Then when the owls were all settled they began to complain.
"It's worth thinking about, anyhow, isn't it, granddaddy?" Braden had said, with great earnestness. "It is, my boy," said Templeton Thorpe; "especially when you haven't got anything serious the matter with you." "But if you were hopelessly ill and suffering beyond all endurance you'd welcome death, wouldn't you?" "No, I wouldn't," said Mr. Thorpe promptly.
But the buttons was good. The buttons wore well. And them I'm bringin' back, 'caze you may have use for 'em, and I have none, now the coat's gone. Also, what I borry I return, as everybody knows. That was your granddaddy." There was a tremendous giggling about the board as the old man made an end. Johnnie herself smiled, though her face was scarlet.
I've got some granddaddy bouncers here that'd make you stare to see 'em; but they don't show up much at this time o' day." "And how do you get them by the wholesale when you want to market any?" asked Steve. "I've shot many a one with a small Flobert rifle; or else caught them with a piece of red flannel fixed on a small hook, attached by a short cord to a stout pole."
The old owl looked in for a moment, and then without a word she flew back to her nest as fast as she could. Teddy ran over to the chimney and listened. He heard the old owl brush into the hollow above, and then he heard her saying in a frightened voice: "Husband, husband, what do you think! A gamblesome elf has come to live in old Granddaddy Thistletop's house."
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