Little Daffydowndilly, and Other StoriesMifflin, 1887 - 89 pages |
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... passed them by . At length , through the help of his old friend Bridge , some of the stories were collected and published in a volume called Twice - Told Tales . It is from that volume that Little Annie's Ramble is taken . It is ...
... passed them by . At length , through the help of his old friend Bridge , some of the stories were collected and published in a volume called Twice - Told Tales . It is from that volume that Little Annie's Ramble is taken . It is ...
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... passed with his dear mother , who had a much sweeter face than old Mr. Toil and who had always been very indulgent to her little boy . No wonder , therefore , that poor Daffydowndilly found it a woful change , to be sent away from the ...
... passed with his dear mother , who had a much sweeter face than old Mr. Toil and who had always been very indulgent to her little boy . No wonder , therefore , that poor Daffydowndilly found it a woful change , to be sent away from the ...
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... passed by a field where some haymakers were at work , mowing down the tall grass , and spreading it out in the sun to dry . Daffydowndilly was delighted with the sweet smell of the new - mown grass , and thought how much pleasanter it ...
... passed by a field where some haymakers were at work , mowing down the tall grass , and spreading it out in the sun to dry . Daffydowndilly was delighted with the sweet smell of the new - mown grass , and thought how much pleasanter it ...
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... passing wheels . Who heeds the poor organ grinder ? None but myself and little Annie , whose feet begin to move in unison with the lively tune , as if she were loath that music should be wasted without a dance . But where would Annie ...
... passing wheels . Who heeds the poor organ grinder ? None but myself and little Annie , whose feet begin to move in unison with the lively tune , as if she were loath that music should be wasted without a dance . But where would Annie ...
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... passing figure in the dusty look- ing - glasses at the hardware stores . All that is bright and gay attracts us both . Here is a shop to which the recollections of my boy- hood , as well as present partialities , give a peculiar magic ...
... passing figure in the dusty look- ing - glasses at the hardware stores . All that is bright and gay attracts us both . Here is a shop to which the recollections of my boy- hood , as well as present partialities , give a peculiar magic ...
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Page 54 - town treasurer ' is rightfully mine, as guardian of the best treasure that the town has. The overseers of the poor ought to make me their chairman, since I provide bountifully for the pauper, without expense to him that pays taxes. I am at the head of the fire department, and one of the physicians to the Board of Health.
Page 8 - If ever I should have a biographer, he ought to make great mention of this chamber in my memoirs, because so much of my lonely youth was wasted here...
Page 58 - In the hot months, when its refreshment was most needed, the dust flew in clouds over the forgotten birthplace of the waters, now their grave. But in the course of time a town pump was sunk into the source of the ancient spring ; and when the first decayed, another took its place, and then another, and still another, till here stand I, gentlemen and ladies, to serve you with my iron goblet.
Page 11 - HOW beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain ! Though all its splendor could not chase away The omnipresent pain. The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms Shot through with golden thread.
Page 55 - Drink, and make room for that other fellow who seeks my aid to quench the fiery fever of last night's potations — which he drained from no cup of mine.
Page 56 - Go draw the cork, tip the decanter ; but, when your great toe shall set you a-roaring, it will be no affair of mine. If gentlemen love the pleasant titillation of the gout, it is all one to the Town Pump. This thirsty dog, with his red tongue lolling out, does not scorn my hospitality, but stands on his hind legs, and laps eagerly out of the trough. See how lightly he capers away again ! Jowler, did your worship ever have the gout ? Are you all satisfied?
Page 21 - Yonder it is, — there is the school-house!" said the stranger; for though he and little Daffydowndilly had taken a great many steps, they had travelled in a circle instead of a straight line. "Come; we will go back to school together.
Page 61 - In the moral warfare, which you are to wage — and, indeed, in the whole conduct of your lives — you cannot choose a better example than myself, who have never permitted the dust, and sultry atmosphere, the turbulence and manifold disquietudes of the world around me, to reach that deep, calm well of purity, which may be called my soul.
Page 41 - What imaginative little beings my children are ! " thought the mother, putting the last few stitches into Peony's frock. " And it is strange, too, that they make me almost as much a child as they themselves are ! I can hardly help believing, now, that the snowimage has really come to life...