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And how does this strike you Would you be in favor of my taking Clara Belle a company tart Don t Mrs. Fogg feed the young one, now she s taken her right into the family Oh, yes, Rebecca answered, she has lovely things to eat, and Mrs. Fogg won t even let her drink skim milk but I always feel that taking a present lets the person know you ve been thinking about them and are extra glad to see them. Besides, unless lost soles t shirts liverpool we have company soon, those tarts will have to be eaten by the family, and a new batch made you remember the one I had when I was rewarding myself last week That was queer but nice, she added hastily. Mebbe you could think of something of your own you could give away without taking my tarts responded Miranda tersely the joints of her armor having been pierced by the fatally keen tongue of her niece, who had insinuated that company tarts lasted a long time in the lost soles t shirts liverpool brick house. This was a fact indeed, the company tart was so named, not from any idea that it would ever be eaten by guests, but because it was too good for every day use. Rebecca lost soles t shirts liverpool s face crimsoned with shame that she had drifted into an impolite and, what was worse, an apparently ungrateful speech. I didn t mean lost soles t shirts liverpool to say anything not nice, Aunt Miranda, she stammered. Truly the tart was splendid, but not exactly like new, that s all. And oh I know what I can take Clara Belle A few chocolate drops out of the box Mr. Ladd gave me on my birthday. You go down cellar and get that tart, same as I told you, commanded Miranda, and when you fill it don t uncover a new tumbler of jelly there s some dried apple preserves open that ll do. Wear your rubbers and your thick jacket. After runnin all lost soles t shirts liverpool the way down there for your legs never seem to be rigged for walkin like other girls you ll lost soles t shirts liverpool set down on some damp stone or other and ketch your de.ogamous, and having chosen a partner of their joys and sorrows they cleave to each other until death or some other inexorable circumstance does them part. If they are ever mistaken in their choice, and think they might have done better, the world is none the wiser. Burd Alane looks in good condition, but Ph oelig be thinks he is not quite soccer kit himself, and that some day when he is in greater strength he will turn on his foes and rend them, regaining thus his lost prestige, for formerly he was king of the flock. Ph oelig be has not a vestige of sentiment. She just asked me if I would have a duckling or a gosling for dinner that there were two quite ready the brown and yellow duckling, that is the last to leave the water at night, and the white gosling that never knows his own ouse. Which would I ave, and would I ave it with sage and onion Now, had I found a duckling on the table at dinner I should have eaten it without thinking at all, or with the thought lost soles t shirts liverpool that it had come from Barbury Green. But eat a duckling that I have stoned out of the pond, pursued up the bank, chased behind the wire netting, caught, screaming, in a corner, and carried struggling to his bed Feed upon an idiot gosling that I have found in nine different coops on nine successive nights in with the newly hatched chicks, the half grown pullets, the setting hen, the invaleed goose, the drake with the gapes, the old ducks in the pen Eat a gosling that I have caught and put in with his brothers and sisters whom he never recognises so frequently and regularly that I am familiar with every joint in his body In the first place, with my own small bump of locality and lack of geography, I would never willingly consume a creature lost soles t shirts liverpool who might, by some strange process of assimilation, make me worse in this respect in the second place, I should have to be ravenous indeed to sit down deliberately and make a meal of an intimate friend, no matter if I had not a high opinion of his intelligence. I should as soon think of eating the Square Baby, stuffed with sage and onion and garnished with green apple sauce, as the yellow duckling or the idiot gosling. Mrs. Heaven has just called me into her sitting room, ostensibly to ask me to order breakfast, but really for the pleasure of conversation. Why she should inquire whether I would relish some gammon of bacon with eggs, when she knows that there has not been, is not now, and never will be, anything but gammon of bacon with eggs, is more than I can explain. Would you like to see my flowers, miss she asks, fo.
nyard fowl, the more intimately I am acquainted with him, the less I am impressed with his character. He has more pride of bearing, and less to be proud of, than any bird I know. He is indolent, though he struts pompously over the grass as if the day were all too short for his onerous duties. He calls the hens about him when I throw corn from the basket, but many a time I have seen him swallow hurriedly, and in private, some dainty titbit he has found unexpectedly. He has no particular chivalry. He gives no special encouragement to his hen when he becomes a prospective father, and renders little assistance when the responsibilities become actualities. His only personal message or contribution to the world is his raucous cock a doodle doo, which, being uttered most frequently at dawn, is the most ill timed and offensive of all musical notes. It is so unnecessary too, as if the day didn t come soon enough without his warning but I suppose he is anxious to waken his hens and get them at their daily task, and so he disturbs the entire community. In short, I dislike him his swagger, his autocratic strut, his greed, his irritating self consciousness, his endless parading of himself up and down in a procession of one. Of course his character is largely the lost soles t shirts liverpool result of polygamy. His weaknesses are only what might be expected and as for the hens, I have considerable respect for the patience, sobriety, and dignity with which they endure an institution particularly offensive to all women. In their case they do not even have the sustaining thought of its being lost soles t shirts liverpool an article of religion, so they are to be complimented the more. There is nothing on earth so feminine as a hen not womanly, simply feminine. Those men of insight who write the Woman s Page in the Sunday newspapers study hens more than women, I sometimes think at any rate, their favourite types are all lost soles t shirts liverpool present on this poultry farm. Some families of White Leghorns spend most of their time in the rickyard, where they look extremely pretty, their slender white shapes and red combs and wattles well set off by the background of golden hayricks. There is a great oak tree in one corner, with a tall ladder leaning against its trunk, and a capital roosting place on a long branch running at right angles with the ladder. I try to spend lost soles t shirts liverpool a quarter of an hour there every night before supper, just for the pleasure of seeing the feathered women folks mount that ladder. A dozen of them surround the foot, waiting restlessly for their turn. One little white lady flutters up.s very cruel. As I look back I see that Miss Ross, the artist who brought me my pink parasol from Paris, sowed the first seeds in me of ambition to do something special. Her life seemed so beautiful and so easy to a child. I had not been to school then, or read George Macdonald, so I did not know that Ease is the lovely result of forgotten toil. Miss Ross sat out of doors and painted lovely things, and everybody said how wonderful they were, and bought them straight away and she took care of a blind father and two brothers, juventus official shirts and traveled wherever she wished. It comes back to me now, that summer when I was ten and Miss Ross painted me sitting by the mill wheel while she talked to me of foreign countries The other day Miss Maxwell read something from Browning s poems to the girls of her literature class. It was about David the shepherd boy who used to lie in his hollow watching one eagle wheeling slow as in sleep. He used to wonder about the wide world that the eagle beheld, the eagle that was stretching his wings so far up in the blue, while he, the poor shepherd boy, could see only the strip twixt the hill and the sky for he lay in a hollow. I told Mr. Baxter about it the next day, which was the lost soles t shirts liverpool Saturday before I joined the church. I asked him if it was wicked to long to see as much as the eagle saw There was never anybody quite like Mr. Baxter. Rebecca dear, he said, it may be that you need not always lie in a hollow, as the shepherd boy did but wherever you lie, that little strip you see twixt the hill and the sky is able to hold all of earth and all of heaven, if only you have the right sort of vision. I was a long, long time about experiencing religion. I remember Sunday afternoons at the brick house the first winter after I went there when I used to sit in the middle of the dining room as I was bid, silent and still, with the big family Bible on my knees. Aunt Miranda had Baxter s Saints Rest, but her seat was by the window, and she at least could give a glance into the street now and then without being replica football shorts positively wicked. Aunt Jane used to read the Pilgrim s Progress. The fire burned low the tall clock ticked, ticked, so slowly and steadily, that the pictures swam before my eyes and I almost fell asleep. They thought by shutting everything else out that I should see God but I didn t, not once. I was so homesick for Sunnybook and John that I could hardly learn my weekly hymns, especially the sad, long one beginning My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead. It was brother John f.ad you come right over, for she took worse after I sent you word, and she s dead. Dead The word struck heavily and mysteriously on the children s ears. Dead And their young lives, just begun, stretched on and on, all decked, like hope, in living green. Dead And all the rest of the world reveling in strength. Dead With all the daisies and buttercups waving in the fields and the men heaping the mown grass into fragrant cocks or tossing it into heavily laden carts. Dead With the brooks tinkling after the summer showers, with the potatoes and corn blossoming, the birds singing for joy, and every little insect humming and chirping, adding its note to the blithe chorus of warm, throbbing life. I was all alone with her. She passed away suddenly jest about break o day, said Lizy Ann Dennett. Her soul passed upward to its God Just at the break of day. These words came suddenly into Rebecca s mind from a tiny chamber where such things were wont to lie quietly until something brought them to the surface. She could not remember whether she had heard them at a funeral or read them in the hymn book or made them up out of her own head, but she was so thrilled with the idea of dying just as the dawn was breaking that she liverpool shirts ebay scarcely heard Mrs. Dennett s conversation. I sent for Aunt Beulah Day, an she s be n here an laid her out, continued the long suffering Lizy Ann. She ain t got any folks, an John Winslow ain t never had any as benfica home shirt far back as I can remember. She belongs to your town and you ll have to bury her and take care of Jacky that s the boy. He s seventeen months old, a bright little feller, the image o John, but I can t keep him another day. I m all wore out my own baby s sick, mother s rheumatiz is extry bad, and my husband s comin home tonight from his week s work. If he finds a child o John Winslow s under his roof I can t say what would happen you ll have to take him back with you alternative celtic t shirts to the poor farm. I can t take him up there this afternoon, objected Mr. Perkins. Well, then, keep him over Sunday yourself he s good as a kitten. John shirts liverpool Winslow ll hear o Sal s death sooner or later, unless he s gone out of the state altogether, an when he knows the boy s at the poor farm, I kind o think he ll come and claim him. Could you drive me over to the village to see about the coffin, and would you children be afraid to stay here alone for a spell she asked, turning to the girls. Afraid they both echoed uncomprehendingly. Lizy Ann and Mr. Perkins, perceiving that the fear of a dead presence had not entered the minds of Re.
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He was not detained by business, nor did he get left behind nor snowed up, as frequently happens in stories, and in real life too, I am afraid. The snow storm came also and the turkey nearly died a natural and premature death from overeating. Donald came, too Donald, with a line of down upon his upper lip, and Greek and Latin on his tongue, and stores of knowledge in his handsome head, and stories bless me, you couldn t turn over a chip without reminding Donald of something that happened at College. One or the other was always at Carol s bedside, for they fancied her paler than she used to be, and they could not bear her out of sight. It was Uncle Jack, though, who sat beside her in the winter twilights. The room was quiet, and almost dark, save for the snow light outside, and the flickering flame of the fire, Pg 23 that danced over the Sleeping Beauty s face and touched the Fair One s golden locks with ruddier glory. Carol s hand all too thin and white these latter days lay close clasped in Uncle Jack s, and they talked together quietly of many, many things. I want to tell you all about my plans for Christmas this year, Uncle Jack, said Carol, on the first evening of his visit, because it will be the loveliest one I ever had. The boys laugh at me for caring so much about it but it isn t altogether because it is Christmas, nor because it is my birthday but long, long ago, when I first began to be ill, I used to think, the first thing when I waked on Christmas morning, To day is Christ s birthday and mine I did not put the words close together, you know, because that made it seem too bold but I first said, Christ s birthday, out loud, and then, in a minute, softly to myself and mine Christ s birthday and.his feet as she cried, Oh, sir, it was me an our children that went to Miss Carol s last dinner party, an if we made her worse we can t never be happy again Then the kind old gentleman took her rough hand in his and told her to dry her tears, for neither she nor any of her flock had hastened Carol s flight indeed, he said that had it not been for the strong hopes and wishes that filled her tired heart, she could not have stayed long enough to keep that last merry Christmas with her dear ones. And so the old years, fraught with memories, die, one after another, and the new years, bright with Pg 69 hopes, are born to take their places but Carol lives again in every chime of Christmas bells that peal glad tidings, and in every Christmas anthem sung by childish voices. The End In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl, I am using only the most modest of my titles for I am also a poultry maid, a tender of Belgian hares and rabbits, and a shepherdess but I particularly fancy the r ocirc le of Goose Girl, because it recalls the German fairy tales cheap premier league shirts of my early youth, when I always yearned, but never hoped, to be precisely what I now am. As I was jolting along these charming Sussex roads the other day, a fat buff pony and a tippy cart being my manner of progression, I chanced upon the village of Barbury Green. One glance was enough for any woman, who, having eyes to see, could see with them but I made assurance doubly sure by driving about a little, struggling to conceal my new born passion from the stable boy who was my escort. Then, it being high noon of a cloudless day, I descended from the trap and said to the astonished yokel You may go back to the Hydropathic I am spending a month shirt sale or two here. Wait a moment I ll send a message, please I then scribbled a word or two to those having me in custody. I am very tired of people, the note ran, and want to rest myself by living a while with things. Address me if you must at Barbury Green post office, or at all events send me a box of simple clothing there nothing but shirts and skirts, please. I cannot forget that I am only twenty miles from Oxenbridge though it might be one hundred and twenty, which is the reason I adore it , but I rely upon you to keep an honourable distance yourselves, and not to divulge my place of retreat to others, especially to you know whom Do not pursue me. I will never be taken alive Having cut, thus, the cable that bound me to civilisation, and having seen the buff pony and the dazed yokel disappear in a cloud of dust, I looked about me.