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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I s'pose," whispered Midget to Molly, "it's perfectly awful; but now that Stella's all right, I can't help thinking this is sort of fun, to be walking out in the storm, without any umbrella, and soaking wet from head to foot!" Molly squeezed her friend's hand. "I think so, too," she whispered.
"I'll wear a red, white, and blue sash, and a liberty cap," said Midget, her eyes dancing. "Oh, we can do better than that," responded Cousin Jack. "Let's see; we'll make it a sort of reception affair, and you, Mehitabel, can be the Goddess of Liberty, or Miss Columbia, whichever you like. Hezekiah, you can be Uncle Sam! Your respected Cousin Ethel and I will guarantee your costume."
"In a minute, Mops. Wait for me!" Midget sat down on the staircase window-seat, and in a moment King joined her there. "Hello, Mopsy-Doodle! Merry Fourth of Ju New Year's!" "Hello, yourself! Oh, King, isn't it a gorgeous day? What shall we do first?" "I dunno! We can't shoot things or make much noise, until Father and Mother get up. It would be mean to wake them."
It was as if all the while she had been awaiting some extraordinary experience, while she walked in the moonlight outside her old home. "The fact is, I had thought of stopping here over night," said the midget. "If you will only show me a safe sleeping place, I shall not be obliged to return to the forest before daybreak." "Must I show you a place to sleep? Are you not at home here?"
Marjorie held fast to the rope, and jumped about, now almost carried away by a big wave, and now thrown back toward the beach by another. It was rather rough bathing, so the ladies of the party and Midget left the water before the others. "Aren't we having fun!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she trudged, dripping, through the sand, to the bath-house. "Oh, Cousin Ethel, I'm so glad you came down here."
More than a hundred miles to the north-west, two midget mountains wavered in the sky. John Wesley nodded at their unforgotten shapes and pieced this vast landscape to the patchwork map in his head. Those toy hills were San Mateo and Magdalena. Pringle had passed that way on a bygone year, headed east. He was going west, now.
"I wonder," he said, "if it is to be my duty to give you a ride every time you come to Sequoia? The last time you were there you wheedled me into giving you a ride on my pony, an animal known as Midget. Do you, by any chance, recall that incident?" She looked up at him wonderingly. "Why why you're the boy with the beautiful auburn hair," she declared.
But when Delight saw that it was Midget, she stopped laughing and looked sober, and even sour. "Don't, Delight," said Marjorie, gently, and putting her arms round her friend, she kissed her lovingly. This melted Delight's foolish little heart, and she whispered, "Oh, Midge, you do like me best, don't you?"
They were surely butterballs as the midget proclaimed. "You can't tell which is Amos and which is Andy. Can you, Fisheye?" challenged the salesman. "Naw! I don't know 'em by name but that un is the oldest. In twins or even litters thar's one that's oldest. That un is the oldest, he starts to doin things fust.
"Can't do it!" declared Cousin Jack, "'cause Ed and I are never together at breakfast, and that's the only time we have eggs!" "Then here's another!" cried Midget; "how can you divide thirteen apples evenly among four people?" "You can't!" said Cousin Jack, "that's the answer." "No, it isn't! Who knows?" "Invite in nine more people," suggested Mr. Maynard. "No; that's not it! Oh, it's easy!
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