तीन पत्ती 51

तीन पत्ती 51 ROASTED CARROTS. Billy was suddenly overcome with bashfulness when the child, quite composed, came forward to meet him. A bath, a shampoo, and new clothes had transformed her from a tangled, smudged little girl to a lovely miss with a high-bred air foreign to the childish manners Billy understood. He recognized Edith’s gown in the pretty frock mother and daughter had sat late to make over; but the neat ties and hose, all the little things it takes to make a girl look pretty, where had they come from?,“They smell like the sunbeams was sprinklin’ them with scent,” she declared as she and Moses brought the last basketful into the house. Mrs. Wopp’s nightgown of ample proportions was left out a little longer being still somewhat damp.,“Do you know what you deserve?” asked Father. Not a sound in reply. “You shall escape this time,” continued Father. “I think you will remember your Mother’s tears now better than a whipping; but another time—do you hear?”,“Yes. I thought it was an awfully long time since you had seen me.”,"I s'pose we might be goin'," said Billy. "All right, fellers, come along."，He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips.，"You used to be tremendous friends there at one time," says Geoffrey; "never out of the house."，Moses blushed deeply and dared not raise his eyes from the ground lest Isobel should see his embarrassment.with

As Moses clattered down stairs, Mrs. Wopp continued, “There is shore a thunderstorm comin’ up to-night. ’Pears to me I heerd like a roll of drums.”,Patricia made a laughing face.,Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.',Uncle Isaac was gazing far away, up toward the sky. “That is being great; the greatest any one in the world can be.”,Mrs. Wilson lit the coal-oil lamp and placed it in the center of the kitchen table; then she turned toward the door, her head half bent in a listening attitude.,"Eh?" says Mona.,At this his honor requests Mickey to step into the hall, and with his own hands administers to him a glass of whiskey, which mightily pleases the son of Erin, though he plainly feels it his duty to make a face at it as he swallows it off neat. And then Geoffrey sallies forth and goes for the promised covey, followed closely by the excited Mickey, and, having made account of most of them, presses backsheesh into the hands of his informant, and sends him home rejoicing.,“Oh, it’s nothing I can talk about,” returned the other and buried his face in his hands.,The building held all the unmistakable odors of a school room. The smell of chalk dust, mouldy bread crusts, mice, dirty slates and musty books rose up to smite the arrivals. Four rows of pine seats, blackened with ink-daubs and deeply scarred by pocket-knives, ran the entire length of the building. A big box stove stood in the centre of the room, its wavering pipe supported by wires from the ceiling.,His brother hung his head. "You needn't go to rubbin' it in," he whined; "I didn't have no chance with him. He piled on me from behind, when I wasn't lookin'.",He obeyed, talking whimsically to his pets as he went.,"There are things that chill one more than water," returns he, slightly offended by her tone..