New Hearts Strip Jane s book that there was an s and a c close together in the middle of it, which I thought foolish and not needful. All the girls like their dairies very much, but Minnie Smellie got Alice new hearts strip Robinson s where she had hid it under the school wood pile and read it all through. She said it was no worse than reading anybody s composition, but we told her it was just like peeking through a keyhole, or listening at a window, or opening a bureau drawer. She new hearts strip said she didn t look at it that way, and I told her that unless her eyes got unscealed she would never leave any kind of a sublime footprint on the sands of time. I told her a diary was very sacred as you generally poured your deepest feelings into it expecting nobody to look at it but yourself and your indulgent heavenly Father who seeeth all things. Of course it would not hurt Persis Watson to show her diary new hearts strip because she has not a sacred plan and this is the way it goes, for she reads it out loud to us Arose at six this morning you always arise in a diary but you say get up when you talk about it. Ate breakfast at half past six. Had soda biscuits, coffee, fish hash and doughnuts. Wiped the dishes, fed the hens and made my bed before school. Had a good arithmetic lesson, but went down two in spelling. At half past four played hide and coop in the Sawyer pasture. Fed hens and went to bed at eight. She says she can t put in what doesn t happen, but as I don t think her diary is interesting she will ask her mother to have liverpool football kits 20 21 meat hash instead of fish, with pie when the doughnuts give out, and she will feed the hens before breakfast to make a change. We are all going now to try and make something happen every single day so the diaries won t be so dull and the footprints so common. AN UNCOMMON THOUGHT July 187 We dug up our rosecakes today, and that gave me a good Remerniscence. The way you make rose cakes is, you take the leaves of full blown roses and mix them with a little cinnamon and as much brown sugar as they will give you, which is never half enough except Persis Watson, whose affectionate parents let her go to the barrel in their store. Then you do up little bits like sedlitz powders, first in soft paper and then in brown, and bury them in the ground and let them stay as long as you possibly can hold out then dig them up and eat them. Emma Jane and I stick up little signs over the holes in the ground with the date we buried new hearts strip them and when they ll be done enough to dig up, but we can never wait. When Aunt Jane saw us she said it was the first thing for.a very fine farm Way down in the fields of Older. With a quack quack here, And a quack quack there, Here and there a quack quack, Quack quack here and there, Down in the fields at Older. This is followed by the gobble gobble, moo moo, baa baa, etc., as long as the laureate s imagination and the infant s breath hold good. The tune is pretty, and I do not know, or did not, when I was young, a more fascinating lyric. The sitting hens Thornycroft House must have belonged to a country gentleman once upon a time, or to more than one men who built on a bit here and there once in a hundred years, until finally we have this charmingly irregular and dilapidated whole. You go up three steps into Mrs. Heaven s room, down two into mine, while Ph oelig be s is up in a sort of turret with long, narrow lattices opening into the creepers. There are crooked little stair cases, passages that branch off into other passages and lead nowhere in particular I can t think of a better house in which to play hide and seek on a wet day. In front, what was once, doubtless, a green, is cut up into greens to wit, a vegetable garden, where the onions, turnips, and potatoes grow cosily up to the very door sill the utilitarian aspect of it all being varied by some scarlet runners and a scattering of poppies on either side of the path. The Belgian hares have their habitation in a corner fifty feet distant one large enclosure for poultry lies just outside the sweetbrier hedge the others, with all the houses and coops, are manchester city football shirts cheap in the meadow at the back, where also our tumbler pigeons are kept. Ph oelig be attends to the poultry it is her department. Mr. Heaven has neither the force nor the finesse required, and the gentle reader who thinks these qualities unneeded in so humble a calling has only to spend a few days at Thornycroft to be convinced. Mrs. Heaven would be of use, but she is dressing the Square Baby in the morning and putting him to bed at night just at the hours when the feathered young things are undergoing the same operation. A Goose Girl, like a poet, is arsenal customised shirts sometimes born, sometimes otherwise. I am of the born variety. No training was necessary I put my head on my pillow as a complicated product of modern civilisation on a Tuesday night, and on a Wednesday morning I awoke as a Goose Girl. Hens go to bed at a virtuous new hearts strip hour My destiny slumbered during the day, but at eight o clock I heard a terrific squawking in the direction of the duck ponds, and, aimlessly drifting in that new hearts strip direction, I came upon Ph oelig be trying to i.

r presents as when you are giving us ours. Now, Papa, submit, or I shall have to be very firm and disagreeable with you Very well, your Highness, I surrender. That s a dear Papa Now what were you going to give me Confess A bronze figure of Santa Claus and in the little round belly that shakes when he laughs like a bowlful of jelly, is a wonderful clock oh, you would never give it up if new hearts strip you could see it Nonsense, laughed Carol as I never have to get up to breakfast, nor go to bed, nor catch trains, I think my old clock will do very well Now, Mamma, what were you going to celtic shirts port richmond hours give me Oh, I hadn t decided. A few more books, and a gold thimble, and a smelling bottle, and a music box, perhaps. Poor Carol, laughed the child, merrily, new hearts strip she can afford to give up these lovely things, for there will still be left Uncle Jack, and Donald, and Paul, and Hugh, and Uncle Rob, and Aunt Elsie, and a dozen other people to fill her Christmas stocking So Carol had her way, as she generally did but it was usually a good way, which was fortunate, under the circumstances and Sarah Maud had a set of Miss Pg 60 Alcott s books, and Peter a modest silver watch, Cornelius a tool chest, Clement a dog house for his lame puppy, Larry a magnificent Noah s ark, and each of the younger girls a beautiful doll. You can well believe that everybody was very merry and very thankful. All the family, from Mr. Bird down to the cook, said that they had never seen so much happiness in the space of three hours but it had to end, as all things do. The candles flickered and went out, the tree was left alone with its gilded ornaments, and Mrs. Bird sent the children downstairs at half past eight, thinking that Carol looked tired. Now, my darling, you have done quite enough for one day, said Mrs. Bird, getting Carol into her little nightgown. I m afraid you will feel worse tomorrow, and that would be a sad ending to such a charming evening. Oh, wasn t it a lovely, lovely time, sighed Carol. From first to last, everything mens cheap football shirts was just right. I shall never forget Larry s face when he looked at the turkey nor Peter s when he saw his watch nor that sweet, sweet Kitty s smile when she kissed her dolly nor the tears in poor, dull Sarah Maud s eyes when she thanked me for her books nor But we mustn t talk any longer about it tonight, Pg 61 said Mrs. Bird, anxiously you are too tired, dear. I am not so very tired, Mamma. I have felt well all day not a bit of pain anywhere. Perhaps this has done me good. Perhaps I hope so. There was no noise or confusion it was ju.st a merry time. Now, may I close the door and leave you alone, dear Papa and I will steal in softly by and by to see if you are all right but I think you need to be very quiet. Oh, I m willing to stay by myself but I am not sleepy yet, and I am going to hear the music, you know. Yes, I have opened the window a little, and put the screen in front of it, so that you won t feel the air. Can I have the shutters open and won t you turn my bed, please This morning I woke ever so early, and one bright, beautiful star shone in that eastern window. I never noticed it before, and I thought of the Star in the East, that guided the wise men to the place where the baby Jesus was. Good night, Mamma. Such a happy, happy day Good night, my precious Christmas Carol mother s blessed Christmas child. Bend your head a minute, mother dear, whispered Carol, calling her mother back. Mamma, Pg 62 dear, I do think that we have kept Christ s birthday this time just as He would like it. Don t you I am sure of it, said Mrs. Bird, softly. First Chronicle. JACK O LANTERN chapter 1 Miss Miranda Sawyer s old fashioned garden was the pleasantest spot in Riverboro on a sunny July morning. The rich color of the brick house gleamed and glowed through the shade of the elms and maples. Luxuriant hop vines clambered up the lightning rods and water spouts, hanging their delicate clusters here and there in graceful profusion. Woodbine transformed the old shed and tool house to things of beauty, and the flower beds themselves were the prettiest and most fragrant in all the countryside. A row of dahlias ran directly around the garden spot, dahlias scarlet, gold, and variegated. In the very centre was a round plot where the upturned faces of a thousand pansies smiled amid their leaves, and in the four corners were triangular blocks of sweet phlox over which the butterflies fluttered unceasingly. In the spaces between ran a riot of portulaca and nasturtiums, while in the more regular, shell new hearts strip bordered beds grew spirea and gillyflowers, mignonette, marigolds, and clove pinks. CHAPTER I UNCLE TOM AND LITTLE HARRY ARE SOLD VERY many years ago, instead of having servants to wait upon them and work for them, people used to have slaves. These slaves were paid no wages. Their masters gave them only food and vintage football shirts cheap clothes in return for their work. When any one wanted servants he went to market to buy them, just as nowadays we buy horses and cows, or even tables and chairs. If the poor slaves were bought by kind people they would be quite happy. Then they wo.w, he growled in rage. And a bad bargain it was, too The most rebellious, saucy, impudent dog Set up my niggers to run away. He owned to it, and, when I bid him tell me where they were, he said he knew, but wouldn t tell. He stuck to it, too, though I gave him the very worst beating I ever gave a nigger yet. I believe he is trying to die. I shouldn t wonder if he did. Where is he said George. Let me see him. His cheeks were crimson, and his eye flashed fire at juventus kids home shirts the thought that Legree had dared to treat dear Uncle Tom so badly. He is in that shed, said a little fellow who was holding George Shelby s horse. George, without saying another word, hurried to the football teams place to which the little boy pointed. As he entered the shed, his head felt giddy and his heart sick. Uncle Tom lay on a heap of straw on the floor, still and quiet. Oh, dear Uncle Tom, cried George as he knelt beside him, dear Uncle Tom, do wake do speak once more. Here s Mas r George your own little Mas r George. Don t you know me Mas r George said Tom, opening his eyes, and speaking in a feeble voice. Mas r George it is it is. It s all I wanted. They haven t forgot me. It warms my soul it does my old heart good. Now I shall die content. You shan t die you mustn t die, nor think of it. I ve come to buy you and take you home, said George, and the tears came into his eyes as he bent over poor Uncle Tom. Oh, Mas r George, ye re too late. The Lord has bought me, and is going to take me home. Oh, don t. It breaks my heart to think of what you ve suffered lying in this old shed, too. You mustn t, now, tell Chloe, poor soul, how ye found me, said Tom, taking George by the hand. It would seem so dreadful to her. Only tell her ye found me going into glory, and that I couldn t stay for no one. And oh, the poor chil en, and the baby my old heart s been most broke for them. Tell them to follow me. Give my love to mas r, and dear, good missis, and everybody in the place. I love them all. He closed his eyes, and with a smile he fell asleep. Uncle Tom too was free. Beyond the gates of Legree s farm, George had noticed a dry, sandy knoll, shaded by a few trees. There he made Uncle Tom s grave. No stone marks his last resting place. He needs none. God knows where he lies. Kneeling there George bent his head, in shame and sorrow. Here me, dear God, he said, from this day, I will do what one man can to drive out the curse of slavery from this land. CHAPTER XX GEORGE SHELBY FREES HIS SLAVES George Shelby wrote a little note to his mother, telling her that he was.

New Hearts Strip va, cried the poor little black child, I will try, football kit sale uk I will try. I never did care nothin about it before. CHAPTER XVI EVA S LAST GOOD BYE It soon became quite plain to everybody that Eva was very ill indeed. She never ran about and played now, but spent most of the day lying on the sofa in her own pretty room. Every one loved her, and tried to do things for her. Even naughty little Topsy used to bring her flowers, and try to be good for her sake. Uncle Tom was a great deal in Eva s room. She used to get very restless, and then she liked to be carried about. He was so big and strong that he could do it very easily. He would walk about with her under the orange trees in the garden, or sitting down on some of their old seats, would sing their favorite hymns. He loved to do it, and could not bear to be long away from his little mistress. He gave up sleeping in his bed, and lay all night on the mat outside her door. One day Eva made her aunt cut off a lot of her beautiful hair. Then she called all the slaves together, said good bye to them, and gave them each arsenal soccer shirts a curl of her hair as a keepsake. They all cried very much, and said they would never forget her, and would try to be good for her sake. A few nights later Miss Ophelia came quickly to Tom, as he lay on the mat outside Eva s door. Go, Tom, she said, go as fast as you can for the doctor. Tom ran. But in the morning little Eva lay on her bed, cold and white, with closed eyes and folded hands. She had gone to God. Mr. St. Clare was very, very unhappy for a long time after Eva died. He had loved her so much, that now his life seemed quite empty without her. He did not forget his promise to her about Tom. He went to his lawyer, and told him to begin writing out the papers that would make Tom free. It took some time to make a slave free. Well, Tom, said Mr. St. Clare the day after he had spoken to his Lawyer, I m going to make a free man of you. So have your trunk packed and get ready to set out for home. Joy shone in Uncle Tom s face. Bless the Lord, he said, raising his hands to heaven. Mr. St. Clare felt rather hurt. He did not like Tom to be so glad to leave him. You haven t had such a very bad time here that you need be in such rapture, Tom, he said. No, no, mas r tan t that. It s bein a free man That s what I m joyin for. Why, Tom, don t you think that you are really better off as you are No, indeed, Mas r St. Clare, said Tom, very decidedly no, indeed. But, Tom, you couldn t possibly have earned by your work such clothes and such nice, comfortable r.rning nervously from side to side and, coaxed out from her protecting wings by youthful curiosity, came four kittens, eyes wide open, warm, happy, ready for sport The sight was irresistible, and Ph oelig be ran for Mr. and Mrs. Heaven and the Square Baby. Mother new hearts strip Hen was not to be embarrassed or daunted, even if her most sacred feelings were regarded in the light of a cheap entertainment. She held her ground while one of the kits slid up and down her glossy back, and two others, more timid, crept underneath her breast, only daring to put out their pink noses We retired then for very shame and met Mrs. Greyskin in the doorway. This should have thickened the plot, but there is apparently no rivalry nor animosity between new hearts strip the co mothers. We watch them every day now, through a window in the roof. Mother Greyskin visits the kittens frequently, lies down beside the home nest, and gives them their dinner. While this is going on new hearts strip Mother Blackwing goes new hearts strip modestly away for a bite, a sup, and a little exercise, returning to the kittens when the cat leaves them. It is pretty to see her settle down over the four, fat, furry dumplings, and they seem to know no difference in warmth or comfort, whichever mother is brooding them while, as their eyes have been open for a week, it can no longer be called a blind error on their part. Coaxed out by youthful curiosity When we have closed all our small hen nurseries for the night, there is still the large house inhabited by the thirty two full grown chickens which Ph oelig be calls the broilers. I cannot endure the term, and will not use it. Now for the April chicks, I say every evening. Do you mean the broilers asks Ph oelig be. I mean the big April chicks, say I. Yes, them are the broilers, says she. But is it not disagreeable enough to be a broiler when one s time comes, without having the gridiron waved in one s face for weeks beforehand Nine huddle together The April chicks are all lively and desirous of seeing the world as thoroughly as possible before going to roost or broil. As a general thing, we find in the large house sixteen young fowls of the contemplative, flavourless, resigned to the inevitable variety three more the same three every night perch on the roof and are driven down four always the same four cling to the edge of the open door, waiting to fly off, but not in, when you attempt to close it nine huddle together on a place in the grass about forty feet distant, where a small coop formerly stood in the prehistoric ages. This small coop was one in whi.