Teddy: Her Book: A Story of Sweet SixteenLittle, Brown, and Company, 1898 - 273 Seiten The five McAlisters were gathered in the dining-room, one rainy night in late August. In view of the respective dimensions of the family circle and the family income, servants were few in the McAlister household, and division of labor was the order of the day. Old Susan had cleared away the table and brought in the l& then she retired to the kitchen, leaving the young people to themselves. Hope was darning stockings. She had one of Hubert's socks drawn on over her hand, which showed, white and dainty, through the great, ragged hole. Hubert sat near her with little Allyn on his knee, tiding over a crisis in the young man's temper by showing him pictures in the dilapidated Mother Goose which had done duty for successive McAlisters, from seventeen-year-old Hope down. "Stop kicking brother," he commanded, as Allyn lifted up his voice and his heels in vigorous protest against things in general, and the approach of the sandman in particular. "Listen, Allyn, - 'There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.'" |
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Seite 2 - THERE was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head.
Seite 32 - The king did not venture to speak to her, but on the following night he sat up again, when she came and said once more : " Say, how is my baby, and how is my fawn ? For the last time I come, and shall vanish at dawn...