Prudy Keeping House

Lee and Shepard, 1874 - 192 sider
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Side 128 - But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, no, he came not, The night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one Each on his golden throne...
Side 150 - Spec' I mus' have my froat goggled; have some more poke-rime round it, Hollis !" added she, in a tone loud enough to be heard by half the party. Think of mentioning " poke-rime " in fashionable society ! " Tell her she must dance Little Zephyrs, or you'll send her right back," suggested Prudy, who was famous for thinking of the right thing at the right time, and so making awkward affairs pass off well. "Yes, Fly, come out in the floor, and dance ' Little Zephyrs ' this minute, or you must go back...
Side 64 - em ! " There was a second dash upon the stove, and another scorch in the slip. "There ought to be a fence built round that stove," said the anxious father. "Come, Mother Hubbard, have you seen all there is in the cupboard? Can't you give this poor old dog a bone ? " "Well, here I am with the care of the family on my shoulders," thought Mother Hubbard, winking fast behind the green spectacles, and recalling uneasily the couplet her father often repeated : — " Think well before you pursue it; But...
Side 171 - I hope nothing serious has happened," said Mrs. Allen, looking at the pile of nutshells Fly had just dropped on the carpet, and at Dotty's cloak, which lay beside Horace's cap on the piano-stool. "Yes'm, there is sumpin happened," spoke up Fly from the floor, where she sat with " chestnuts in her lap, and munched, and munched, and munched." " I've had the fever, but I didn't die in it.
Side 153 - You little mischief, is that what you mean ? ghe won't lei you wake her ?" " No'm, she won't," replied artless Fly ; " she said she wouldn't be bovvered." Mrs. Pragoff weut to bed again, laughing at her own folly. Dotty, it seems, was feeling very much like a bitter-sour apple. It had always been a peculiarity of hers to visit her own sins upon other people. Prudy did not suspect in the least what the matter was, but knew, from experience, it...
Side 73 - Hush! don't you talk, Prudy. When you shake the table, then I make blots with "my pastry." Prudy said nothing, but thoughtfully tasted the cake again. How could she tell whether she had left out the soda ? "Are you blind of your ears, Prudy, Can't you hear nuffin what I say ? Rag's come off the stick. Please to tie it on. And /want to eat some o
Side 11 - Fly's going to die," cried Dotty, in sudden alarm, remembering how crossly she had spoken to the child two or three times since they had •been in New York. ("No, Dotty; I only mean that we are i»ld, in the Bible, there are 'ministering spirits,' and we believe they watch over good little children.
Side 156 - ... There seemed to be no other way but to wait and go home with the rest of the children. Dotty tried to think there might be time enough, after all, to find the rings. They started for the Park. "May I depend upon you, Master Horace, to take the entire charge of your little sister?" said Mrs. Pragoff, fastening her ermine cloak with fingers which actually trembled ; " I confess I haven't the courage ; and I see you understand managing her perfectly." Of course Horace always expected to take care...

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