... Emily Briggs wife Henry Briggs farm bailiff that the child come indoors about twenty minutes o’clock in the morning for piece of cake aud then toddled out again Ten minutes later she ont to see where he was him lying in pond near by She gave alarm aud his ...

... about to refuse, for shame's sake, the piece of cake he was offering, when she spied her last slice upon Dan's own plate. In a second she understood that as soon as she had taken two or three bites from catch piece Dan had slyly appropriated it for his ...

... almost naked. He came close to me and squatted down beside me like a dog. and watched me with acute interest. I gave him a piece of cake and tobacco as an introduction, and after some little time, finding I did not get any sport, he said me fishe, boss, ...

... slipped out at the front door and dieap r'O l ra d iew hours he was thoroughly happy; nurse-maids and children gave him pieces of cake and buns to eat, and then the sense of absolute freedom was so delightful. But towards evening he began to wonder where ...

... through it. I'ray go, she whispered angrily. etely lean tell you. you won't be wanted. Ile used nothing, crumbled a piece of cake viciously, Where's Jack? mated the General. Gone to wipe her eyes with his own pockethandkerchief. Oliver started to ...

... through it. Tray go, sho whispered angrily. Only I can tell you, you won't be wanted. said nothing, but crumbled a piece of cake viciously. Where's Jack? asked the General. Gone to wipe her eyes with his own pockcthandkerchief. Oliver started ...

... to her room rebuffed, be wanted. ” . . but not comforted. The rain had ceased, but the He said nothing, but crumbled a piece of cake wjnd howling dismally. As she threw viciously. open her window and leant out, there was no foot“Where’s Jack?” asked the ...

... when Weary WilUo preserved himself. “ I thought you were dead! Oh 00, replied Weary, touching his hat, I didn t eat that piece of cake you gave me la*( time 1 waa here!” . . . , Mrs. You paint pictures to order, don’t you ?” Great Artist: Yes, madam. Mrs ...

... dm% know why it is, but I always eat more when we have company than when we're alone. To (helping himself to a third piece of cake): -1 UV, why it is. 'Cause we have better things to sat! Slinger: Alt. my dear Miss Frost. It was an awful moment! As ...

... don't know why it is, but I alwayg eat more when we have company than when we're alone. Tommy ]helping himself to a third piece of cake): I know why it is. 'Cause we have better things to eat. Slinger, ah, my dear Miss Frost. It was an awful moment! As ...

... never pushed and scrambled for anything. I don’t believe that even when she was a child, she ever thought of the biggest piece of cake or pie, and she gave away all her apples and candy, and never teased for ours. Well, time went on, and Louisa and I were ...

... the timid creature hung her dainty My own.” head, while the heartless wretch whispered: Bobby,’’ said his mother, “one piece of cake is quite enough fer you!” “Tt’s funny,” responded Bobby, with an injured air. “ You Say you are anxious that I should learn ...