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I.s something pinned on to the mortgage that mother keeps in the drawer of the bookcase. You d know it if twas adoption papers I guess you re just lent, Clara Belle said cheeringly. I don t believe anybody d ever give YOU away And, oh Rebecca, father s getting on so well He works on Daly s farm where they raise lots of horses and cattle, too, and he breaks all the young colts and trains them, and swaps off the poor ones, and drives all over the country. Daly told Mr. Fogg he was splendid with stock, and father says it s just like play. He s sent home money three Saturday nights. I m so glad exclaimed Rebecca sympathetically. Now your mother ll have a good time and a black silk dress, won t leeds united new kit 18/19 she I don t know, sighed Clara Belle, and her voice was grave. Ever since I can remember she s just washed and cried and cried and washed. Miss Dearborn has been spending her vacation up to Acreville, you know, and she coolest football kits came yesterday to board next door to Mrs. Fogg s. I heard them talking last night when I was getting the baby to sleep I couldn t help it, they were so close and Miss Dearborn said mother doesn t like Acreville she says nobody takes any notice of her, and they don t give her any more work. Mrs. Fogg said, well, they were dreadful stiff and particular up that way and they liked women to have wedding rings. Hasn t your mother got a wedding ring asked Rebecca, astonished. Why, I thought everybody HAD to have them, just as they do sofas and a kitchen stove I never noticed she didn t have one, but when they spoke I remembered mother s hands washing and wringing, and she doesn t wear one, I know. She hasn t got any jewelry, not even a breast pin. Rebecca s tone was somewhat censorious, your father s been so poor perhaps he couldn t afford breast pins, but I should have thought he d have given your mother a wedding ring when they were married that s the time to do it, right at the very first. They didn t have any real church dress up wedding, explained Clara Belle extenuatingly. You see the first mother, mine, had the big boys and me, and then she died when we were little. Then after a while this mother came to housekeep, and she stayed, and by and by she was Mrs. Simpson, and Susan and the twins and the baby are hers, and she and father didn t have time for a regular wedding in church. They don t have veils and bridesmaids and refreshments round here like Miss Dearborn s sister did. Do they cost a great deal wedding rings asked Rebecca thoughtfully. They re solid gold, so coolest football kits I s pose they do. If they were ch.

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My wife is very fond of Eliza, and would never hear of having Harry sold. Oh, very well, said Haley once more, I must just sell your house. So again Mr. Shelby gave in, and Haley went away with the promise that next morning Uncle Tom and little Harry should be given to him, to be his slaves. CHAPTER II ELIZA RUNS AWAY WITH LITTLE HARRY coolest football kits Mr. Shelby was very unhappy because of what he had done. He knew his wife would be very unhappy too, and he did not know how to tell her. He had to do it that night, however, before she went to bed. manchester united t shirts usa Mrs. Shelby could hardly believe it. Oh, you do not mean this, she said. You must not sell our good Tom and dear little Harry. Do anything rather than that. It is a wicked, wicked thing to do. There is nothing else I can do, said Mr. Shelby. 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Eliza s husband wa.f the first three promised to labor for and amuse the visiting baby for two days a week, Minnie Smellie, who lived at some distance from the Cobbs, making herself responsible for Saturday afternoons. Minnie Smellie was not a general favorite among the Riverboro girls, and it was only in an unprecedented burst of magnanimity that they admitted her into the rites of fellowship, Rebecca hugging herself secretly at the thought, that as Minnie gave only the leisure time of one day a week, she could not be called a full Aunt. There had been long and bitter feuds between the two children during Rebecca s first summer in Riverboro, but since Mrs. Smellie had told her daughter that one more quarrel would invite a punishment so terrible that it could only be hinted at vaguely, and Miss Miranda Sawyer had remarked that any niece of hers who couldn t get along peaceable with the neighbors had better go back to the seclusion of a farm where there weren t any, hostilities had been veiled, and a suave and diplomatic relationship had replaced the former one, which had been wholly primitive, direct, and barbaric. Still, whenever Minnie Smellie, flaxen haired, pink nosed, and ferret eyed, indulged in fluent conversation, Rebecca, remembering the old fairy story, could always see toads hopping out of her mouth. It was really very unpleasant, because Minnie could never see them herself and what was more amazing, Emma Jane perceived nothing of the sort, being almost as blind, too, to the diamonds that fell continually from Rebecca s lips but Emma Jane s strong point was not her imagination. A shaky perambulator was found in Mrs. Perkins s wonderful attic shoes and stockings were furnished by Mrs. Robinson Miss Jane Sawyer knitted a blanket and some shirts Thirza Meserve, though too young for an aunt, coaxed from her mother some dresses and nightgowns, and was presented with a green paper certificate allowing her to wheel Jacky up and down the road for an hour under the superintendence of a full Aunt. Each girl, under the constitution of the association, could call Jacky hers for two days in coolest football kits the week, and great, though friendly, was the rivalry between them, as they washed, ironed, and sewed for their adored nephew. If Mrs. Cobb had not been the most amiable woman in the world she might have had difficulty in managing the aunts, but she always had Jacky to herself the earlier part of the day and after dusk at night. Meanwhile Jack o lantern grew healthier and heartier and jollier as the weeks slipped away. Uncle Jerry j.he reins, and in trying to rescue her struggling aunt could not steady her own hat, which was suddenly torn from her head and tossed against the bridge rail, where it trembled and flapped for an instant. My hat Oh Aunt Miranda, my hateful hat cried Rebecca, never remembering at the instant how often she had prayed that the fretful porcupine might some time vanish in this violent manner, since it refused to die a natural death. She had already stopped the horse, so, giving her aunt s shawl one last desperate twitch, she slipped out between the wagon wheels, and darted in the direction of the hated object, the loss of which had dignified it with a temporary value and importance. The stiff brown turban rose in the air, then dropped and flew along the bridge Rebecca pursued it danced along and stuck between two of the railings Rebecca flew after it, her coolest football kits long braids floating in the wind. Come back Come back Don t leave me alone with the team. I won t have it Come back, and leave your hat Miranda had at length extricated herself from the submerging shawl, but she was so blinded by the wind, and so confused that she did not measure the financial loss involved in her commands. Rebecca heard, but her spirit being in arms, she made one more mad scramble for the vagrant hat, which now seemed possessed with an evil spirit, for it flew back and forth, and bounded here and there, like a living thing, finally distinguishing itself by blowing between the horse s front and hind legs, Rebecca trying to circumvent it by going around the wagon, and meeting it on the other side. It was no use as she darted from behind the wheels the wind gave the hat an extra whirl, and scurrying in the opposite direction it soared above the bridge rail and disappeared into the rapid water below. Get in again cried Miranda, holding on her bonnet. You done your best and it can t be helped, I coolest football kits only wish t I d let you wear your black hat as you wanted to and I wish t we d never come such a day The shawl has broke the stems of the velvet geraniums in my bonnet, and the wind has blowed away my shawl pin and my back comb. I d 6xl liverpool shirts like to give up and turn right back this minute, but I don t like to borrer coolest football kits Perkins s hoss again this month. When we get up in the woods you can smooth your hair down and tie the rigolette over your head and settle what s left of my bonnet it ll be an expensive errant, this will chapter 2 It was not till next morning that real madrid kits Rebecca s heart really began its song of thanksgiving. 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Instead of going home, he was to be sent farther away than ever from his dear ones. He could not bear it. He tried to say, Thy will be done , but bitter tears almost choked the words. He had one hope left. He would ask Miss Ophelia to speak to Mrs. St. Clare for him. Mas r St. Clare promised me my freedom, Miss Feely, he said. He told me that he had begun to take it out for blank football shirts me. And now, perhaps, if you would be good enough to speak about it to missis, she would feel like going on with it. Seeing it was Mas r St. Clare s wish, she might. I ll speak for you, Tom, and do my best, said Miss Ophelia. I haven t much hope, but I will try. So Miss Ophelia asked Mrs. St. Clare to set Tom free. Indeed, I shall do no such thing, she replied. Tom is worth more than any of the other slaves. I couldn t afford to lose so much money. Besides, what does he want with his freedom He is a great deal better off as he is. But he does want it very much, replied Miss Ophelia. And his master promised it to him. I dare say he does want it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. They all want it. Just because they are a discontented set, always wanting what they haven t got. But Tom is so good and gentle, and such a splendid worker. If you sell him there is the chance of his getting a bad master. Oh, I have no fear about that. Most masters are good, in spite of all the talk people make about it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. Well , said Miss Ophelia at last, I know it was one of the last wishes of your husband that Tom should have his freedom. He promised dear little Eva that he should have it. I think you ought to do it. Then Mrs. Stt s sure, and your compositions are good enough to read out loud in town meetin any day Rebecca brightened up a little and bade the old couple her usual affectionate good night, but she descended the hill in a saddened mood. When she reached the bridge the sun, a ball of red coolest football kits fire, was setting behind Squire Bean s woods. 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Our name is the B.O.S.S., and not a single boy in the village has been able to guess it. arsenal new shirts number It means Braid Over Shoulder Society, and that is the sign. All the members wear one of their braids over the right shoulder in front the president s tied with red ribbon I am the president and all the rest tied with blue. To attract the attention of another member when in company or at a public place we take the braid between the thumb and little finger and stand carelessly on one leg. This is the Secret Signal and the password is Sobb B.O.S.S. spelled backwards which was my idea and is thought rather uncommon. One of the rules of the B.O.S.S. is that any member may be required to tell her besetting sin at any meeting, if asked to do so by a majority of the members. This was Candace Milliken s idea and much opposed by everybody, but when it came to a vote so many of the girls were afraid of offending Candace that they agreed because there was nobody else s father and mother who would let us picnic in their barn and use their plow, harrow, grindstone, sleigh, carryall, pung, sled, and wheelbarrow, which we did and injured hardly anything. They asked me to tell my besetting sin at the very first meeting, and it nearly killed me to do it because it is such a common greedy one. It is that I can t bear to call the other girls when.