Evenings at home [by J. Aikin and A.L. Barbauld] in words of one syllable by Mary Godolphin, Bind 3101869 |
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Side 35
... ! " said Joe , and then drew back to the door , while all grew pale with fright . By and by a glimpse of light from the moon shone through a hole in the roof , D 2 A Few Days at a Farm . 35 quick jerk, we sent him down in the ...
... ! " said Joe , and then drew back to the door , while all grew pale with fright . By and by a glimpse of light from the moon shone through a hole in the roof , D 2 A Few Days at a Farm . 35 quick jerk, we sent him down in the ...
Side 40
... a pig . Yet , with all this , in two or three days he grew dull , and would fain mix with his kith and kin once more . But how was he to get rid of the bell ? To pull and tug with his feet wore the skin off 40 Evenings at Home .
... a pig . Yet , with all this , in two or three days he grew dull , and would fain mix with his kith and kin once more . But how was he to get rid of the bell ? To pull and tug with his feet wore the skin off 40 Evenings at Home .
Side 45
... grew bold and fierce , and would butt at the old cock , and fight with the geese for their corn ; but May still stood his friend , and he was tame and good with her . The farm house in which May dwelt was in a sweet vale , through which ...
... grew bold and fierce , and would butt at the old cock , and fight with the geese for their corn ; but May still stood his friend , and he was tame and good with her . The farm house in which May dwelt was in a sweet vale , through which ...
Side 46
... grew on a heath close by ; but for all that , when May came to see him , he would leap and bound at her call , and go back with her to the farm . One fine warm day when May had done her work , and had run out to play with her kid , she ...
... grew on a heath close by ; but for all that , when May came to see him , he would leap and bound at her call , and go back with her to the farm . One fine warm day when May had done her work , and had run out to play with her kid , she ...
Side 47
... , and his bleat was but a cry of joy ; and no thought did he give to his kind May , nor pay the least heed to her call . He sprang from crag to crag , to crop the wild herbs which grew in the clefts of the rock The Kid . 47.
... , and his bleat was but a cry of joy ; and no thought did he give to his kind May , nor pay the least heed to her call . He sprang from crag to crag , to crop the wild herbs which grew in the clefts of the rock The Kid . 47.
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Side 52 - I'll try if I can get it." Upon this, he set down his basket in the road, and began to climb up the tree. He had half ascended, when casting a look at his basket, he saw a dog with his nose in it, ferreting out the piece of kid's flesh. He made all possible speed down, but the dog was too quick for him, and ran off with the meat in his mouth. Eobinet looked after him — "Well," said he, "then I must be contented with soup-meagre — and no bad thing neither.
Side 123 - No sir ; but our Tom makes footballs to kick in the cold weather, and we set traps for birds ; and then I have a jumping pole...
Side 6 - My dear child, said the old Mouse, it is most happy that you did not go in, for this house is called a trap, and you would never have come out again, except to have been devoured, or put to death in some way or other.
Side 5 - I should have run in, directly, and taken possession of my new house, but I thought I would tell you first, that we might go in together, and both lodge there tonight, for it will hold us both. My dear child...
Side 126 - Are you not diy sometimes, this hot weather ? Boy. Yes, but there is water enough. Mr. L. Why, my little fellow, you are quite a philosopher ! Boy. Sir? Mr. L. I say you are a philosopher ; but I am sure you do not know what that means.
Side 63 - ... that the greatest value must be set upon that animal which is kept most for his own sake, without expecting from him any return of use and service. Now which of you can boast so much in that respect as I can? "As for you, horse, though you are very well fed and lodged, and have servants to attend upon you, and make you sleek and clean, yet all this is for the sake of your labour. Do not I see you taken out early every morning, put in chains, or fastened to the shafts of a heavy cart, and not...
Side 124 - I don't mind it much, for my mammy gives me a pie now and then, and that is as good. — Mr L. Would you not like a knife to cut sticks ? — Boy. I have one — here it is — brother Tom gave it me.