Personalised Football Shirts Liverpool have thoughts that I never can use unless I write them down, for Aunt Miranda always says, Keep your thoughts to yourself. Aunt Jane lets me tell her some, but does not like my queer ones and my true thoughts are mostly queer. Emma Jane does not mind hearing them now and then, and that is my only chance. If Miss Dearborn does not like the name Thought Book I will call it Remerniscences written just like that with a capital R. Remerniscences are things you remember about yourself and write down in case you should die. Aunt Jane doesn t like to read any other kind of books but just lives of interesting dead people and she says that is what Longfellow who was born manchester city polo shirts in the state of Maine and we should be very proud of it and try to write like him meant in his poem Lives of great men all remind us We should make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. I know what this means because when Emma Jane and I went to the beach with Uncle Jerry Cobb we ran along the wet sand liverpool t shirts amazon and looked at the shapes our boots made, just as if they were stamped in wax. Emma Jane turns in her left foot splayfoot the boys call it, which is not polite and Seth Strout had just patched one of my shoes and it all came out the arsenal shirts shop in the sand pictures. When I learned The Psalm of Life for Friday afternoon speaking I thought I shouldn t like to leave a patched footprint, nor have Emma Jane s look crooked on the sands of time, and right away I thought Oh What a splendid thought for my Thought Book when Aunt Jane buys me a fifteen cent one over to Watson s store. REMERNISCENCES June, 187 I told Aunt Jane I was going to begin my Remerniscences, and she says I am full young, but I reminded her that Candace Milliken s sister died when she was ten, leaving no footprints whatever, and if I should die suddenly who would write down my Remerniscences Aunt Miranda says the sun and moon would rise and set just the same, and it was wolves away kit 19/20 no matter if they didn t get written down, and to go up attic and find her piece bag but I said it would, as there was only one of everybody in the personalised football shirts liverpool world, and nobody else could do their remerniscensing for them. If I should die personalised football shirts liverpool tonight I know now who would describe me right. Miss Dearborn would say one thing and brother John another. Emma Jane would try to do me justice, but has no words and I am glad Aunt Miranda never takes the pen in hand. My dictionary is so small it has not many genteel words in it, and I cannot find how to spell Remerniscences, but I remember from the cover of Aunt.y for him. Papa do buy him, it s no matter what you pay , whispered Eva softly, putting her arms around her father s neck. You have money enough, I know. I want him. What for, pussy Are you going to use him for a rattle box, or a rocking horse, or what I want to make him happy. Mr. St. Clare laughed but after making a few more jokes about it, he gave Haley the money he asked for, and Tom had a new master. Come, Eva, said Mr. St. Clare, and, taking her hand, went across the boat to Tom. Look up, Tom, he said to him, and see how you like your new master. Tom looked up. Mr. St. Clare had such a gay, young, cheap football shirts with numbers handsome face, that Tom could not help feeling glad. Grateful tears rushed to his eyes as he said, God bless you, mas r. Can you drive horses, Tom I ve been allays used to horses, said Tom. Well, I think I ll make you a coachman. But you must not get drunk. Tom looked surprised and a little hurt. I never drink , mas r, he said. Never mind, my boy, said Mr. St. Clare, seeing him look so grave I don t doubt you mean to do well. I certainly do, mas r, said Tom. And you shall have good times, said Eva. Papa is very good to everybody, only he always will laugh at them. Papa is much obliged to you, said Mr. St. Clare laughing, as he walked away. CHAPTER VIII ELIZA AMONG THE QUAKERS While Uncle Tom was sailing South, down the wide river, to his new master s home, Eliza with her boy was travelling north to Canada. Kind people helped her all the way. She passed from friend to friend, till she arrived safely at a village where the people were Quakers. The Quakers were gentle, quiet people. They all dressed alike in plain grey clothes, and the women wore big, white muslin caps. Because they thought it was wicked to have slaves, they helped those who ran away from their cruel masters. Often they were punished for doing this, but still they went on helping the poor slaves. For though the laws said it was personalised football shirts liverpool wrong, they felt quite sure that it was really right to do so. The kind Quaker personalised football shirts liverpool women grew to be very fond of Eliza, and would have been glad if she would have stayed with them. But Eliza said, No, I must go on I dare not stop. I can t sleep at night I can t rest. Last night I dreamed I personalised football shirts liverpool saw that man come into the yard. Poor child, said Rachel, the kind Quaker woman to whom she was speaking, poor child, thee mustn t feel so. No slave that has run away has ever been stolen from our village. It is safe here. While they were talking, Simeon, Rachel s husband, came to the door and called, Wife, I want to speak to thee.

s there any particular reason why you should dress better than your elders You might as well know that we re short of cash just now, your Aunt Jane and me, and have no intention of riggin you out like a Milltown fact ry girl. Oh h cried Rebecca, the quick tears starting again to her eyes and the color fading out of her cheeks, as she scrambled up from her knees to a seat on the sofa beside her aunt. Oh h How ashamed I am Quick, sew those quills on to the brown turban while I m good If I can t stand them I ll make a neat little gingham bag and slip over them And personalised football shirts liverpool so the matter ended, not as it customarily did, with cold words on Miss Miranda s part and bitter feelings on Rebecca s, but with a gleam of mutual understanding. Mrs. Cobb, who was a master hand at coloring, dipped the offending quills in brown dye and left them to soak in it all night, not only making them a nice warm color, but somewhat weakening their rocky spines, so that they were not quite as rampantly hideous as before, in Rebecca s opinion. Then Mrs. Perkins went to her bandbox in the attic and gave Miss Dearborn some pale blue velvet, with which she bound the brim of the brown turban and made a wonderful rosette, out of which the porcupine s defensive armor sprang, buoyantly and gallantly, like the plume of Henry of Navarre. Rebecca was resigned, if not greatly comforted, but she had grace enough to conceal her feelings, now that she knew economy was at the root of some of her aunt s decrees in matters of dress and she managed to forget the solferino breast, save in sleep, where a vision of it had a way of appearing to her, dangling from the ceiling, and dazzling her so with its rich color that she used to hope the milliner would sell it that she might never be tempted with it when she passed the shop window. One day, not long afterward, Miss Miranda personalised football shirts liverpool borrowed Mr. Perkins s horse and wagon and took Rebecca with her on a drive to union, to see about some sausage meat and head cheese. She intended to call on Mrs. Cobb, order a load of pine wood from Mr. Strout on the way, and leave some rags for a rug with old Mrs. Pease, so that the journey could be made as profitable as possible, consistent with the loss of time and the wear and tear on her second best black dress. The red winged black hat was forcibly removed from Rebecca s head just before starting, and the nightmare turban substituted. You might as well begin to wear it first as last, remarked Miranda, while Jane stood in the side door and sympathized secretly with Rebecca. I wil.would be my career. But we girls tried to have a branch and be home missionaries and it did not work well. Emma Jane s father would not man united gifts sports direct let her have her birthday party when he found out what she had done and Aunt Jane sent me up to Jake Moody s to tell him we did not mean to be rude when we asked him to go to meeting more often. He said all right, but just let him catch that little dough faced Perkins young one in his yard once more and she d have reason to remember the call, which was just as rude and impolite as our trying to lead him to a purer and a better life. Then Uncle Jerry and Mr. Aladdin and Miss Dearborn liked my compositions, and I thought I d better be a writer, for I must be something the minute I m seventeen, or how shall we ever get the mortgage off the farm But even that hope is taken away from me now, for Uncle Jerry made fun of my story Lancelot Or The Parted Lovers and I have decided to be a teacher like Miss Dearborn. The pathetic announcement of a change in the career and life purposes of Rebecca was brought about by her reading the grown up story to Mr. and Mrs. Jeremiah Cobb after supper in the orchard. Uncle Jerry was the person who had maintained all along that Riverboro people would not make a story and Lancelot or The Parted Lovers was intended to refute that assertion at once and forever an assertion which Rebecca regarded quite truly as untenable, though why she certainly never could have explained. Unfortunately Lancelot was a poor missionary, quite unfitted for the high achievements to which he was destined by the youthful novelist, and Uncle Jerry, though a stage driver and no reading man, at once perceived the flabbiness and transparency of the Parted Lovers the moment they were held up to his inspection. You see Riverboro people WILL make a story asserted Rebecca personalised football shirts liverpool triumphantly as she finished her reading and folded the paper. And it all came from my noticing the river drivers tracks by the roadside, and wondering about them and wondering always makes stories the minister says so. Ye es, allowed Uncle Jerry reflectively, tipping his chair cheap leeds united football shirts back against the apple tree and forcing his slow mind to violent and instantaneous action, for Rebecca was his pride and joy a person, in his opinion, of superhuman talent, one therefore to be whittled into shape if occasion demanded. It s a Riverboro story, sure enough, because you ve got the river and the bridge and the hill and the drivers all right there in it but there s something awful queer bout it the folks don t act Rive.t. Clare had to own that something was wrong, and the doctor was sent for. In a week or two she was very much better. Once more she ran about playing and laughing, and her father was delighted. Only Miss Ophelia and the doctor sighed and shook their heads. And little Eva herself knew but she was not troubled. She knew she was going to God. Papa she said one day, there are some things I want to say to you. I want to say them now while I am able. She seated herself on his knee, and laid her head on his shoulder. It is all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer. The time is coming when I am going to leave you. I am going, never to come back , and Eva sobbed. Eva, darling, don t say such things you are better you know. No, papa, I am not any better. I know it quite well, and I am going soon. And I want to go, she went on, only I liverpool fc t shirts ebay don t want to leave you it almost breaks my heart. Don t, Eva, don t talk so. What makes you so sad I feel sad for our poor people. I wish, papa, they were all free. Isn t there any way to have all slaves made free That is a difficult question, dearest. There is no doubt that this way is a very bad one. A great many people think so. I do myself. I wish there was not a slave in the land. But then, I don personalised football shirts liverpool t know what is to be done about it. Papa, you are such a good man, and so noble and kind. Couldn t you go all around and try and persuade people to do right about this When I am dead, papa, then you will think of me, and do it for my sake. When you are dead, Eva Oh, child, don t talk to me so. Promise me at least, father, that Tom shall have his freedom, as soon as I am gone. Yes, dear, I will do anything you wish. Only don t talk so. Miss Ophelia and Eva had been to church together. Miss Ophelia had gone to her room to take off her bonnet, while Eva talked to her father. Suddenly Mr. St. Clare and his little girl heard a great noise coming from Miss Ophelia s room. A minute later she appeared, dragging Topsy behind her. Come out here she was saying. I will tell your master. What personalised football shirts liverpool is the matter now asked Mr. St. Clare. The matter is that I cannot be plagued with this child any longer said Miss Ophelia. It is past all bearing. Here, I locked her up, and gave her a hymn to learn. What does she do, but spy out where I put my key. She has gone to my wardrobe, taken a bonnet trimming, and cut it all to pieces to make dolls jackets I never saw anything like it in my life. I don t know what to do she went on I have taught and taught. I have talked till I m tired. I ve whipped her

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