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Alice asked baby beans beautiful bird breeze brothers brought busy called child close cloth cold coming Cratchit cried dear door eyes face father feet flowers garden gave give grass green grow half hand happy hard head hear heard James keep kind King knew laughed learned leaves lesson light little boy little girl live looked mamma morning mother never nice night once Papa passed plant play poor pretty reached rock Rollo round seemed seen Selected side Simpleton singing smiling soon speak spring stone story street sure sweet tell thank There's thing thought Tiny told took tree true turned voice waited walk wall watched wind wish young
Page 157 - Eked out by applesauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn't ate it all at last!
Page 153 - And your brother, Tiny Tim ! And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half an hour ! " " Here's Martha, mother ! " said a girl, appearing as she spoke. " Here's Martha, mother ! " cried the two young Cratchits.
Page 198 - VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 198 - DOWN in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew ; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair ! It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 56 - I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold we had a nice warm shed near the grove.
Page 144 - Speak gently ! It is better far To rule by love than fear : Speak gently ! let not harsh words mar The good we might do here.
Page 8 - SUPPOSE, my little lady, Your doll should break her head, Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and' nose are red ? And wouldn't it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke ; And say you're glad " Twas Dolly's And not your head that broke...