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 15
... wild beasts brought up tame , with sharp teeth and claws , and left to go at large , while no one felt the least fear of them . " " I am sure I would not go near them , " said Will . ' Well , you might by chance get a bad scratch if you ...
... wild beasts brought up tame , with sharp teeth and claws , and left to go at large , while no one felt the least fear of them . " " I am sure I would not go near them , " said Will . ' Well , you might by chance get a bad scratch if you ...
Side 16
... wild beasts run from room to room . ' No ? " said Jack Yarn . Pray what are coals but stones , and corn but seeds ? Are not wool and fur skins , and silk the web of a grub , are not a cat and a dog small wild beasts brought up tame ? So ...
... wild beasts run from room to room . ' No ? " said Jack Yarn . Pray what are coals but stones , and corn but seeds ? Are not wool and fur skins , and silk the web of a grub , are not a cat and a dog small wild beasts brought up tame ? So ...
Side 19
... wild moors that lay at the foot of the ridge ; here he broke his fast on some nuts , and then set off to climb the steep sides of the hills . This was hard work , and he had to stop more than once to take breath , so that when he set ...
... wild moors that lay at the foot of the ridge ; here he broke his fast on some nuts , and then set off to climb the steep sides of the hills . This was hard work , and he had to stop more than once to take breath , so that when he set ...
Side 30
... back . The fine white cock was found flat on the ground , red with blood , and his comb torn half off ; and the brown hen and three chicks lay dead close to him . The cock came to , but was wild with fright 30 Evenings at Home .
... back . The fine white cock was found flat on the ground , red with blood , and his comb torn half off ; and the brown hen and three chicks lay dead close to him . The cock came to , but was wild with fright 30 Evenings at Home .
Side 31
Lucy Aikin. The cock came to , but was wild with fright . We found that the fox got through the thorn hedge and went round the yard , and then crept up to the hen roost through a hole in the pales . June the eighth . The old black hen ...
Lucy Aikin. The cock came to , but was wild with fright . We found that the fox got through the thorn hedge and went round the yard , and then crept up to the hen roost through a hole in the pales . June the eighth . The old black hen ...
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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.