Baby Pitcher's Trials / Little Pitcher Stories

moisture from the soaked ground, that she might run about and enjoy her freedom. She had been housed so long-three whole days! And now the grass was springi

es and sing with them a joyful song. But she could not borrow the brown wings, and she could not turn herself into a bird. So she sat down on the upper

was no longer any steam, she was at liberty to go where she pleased. She felt very comfortable in her thick jacket and leather boots, for it was as ye

y, with blue buttons for eyes and ravelled-out yarn for h

orld. When she tells me to put on my warm jacket, I don't cry. But you do, and you ought to be ashamed of it. Will you do it without crying next time? Eh?" She gave the baby a little shake and went on with her lecture. "Naughty children say 'no' when mamma says 'yes.' Good ones don't. Good ones say just as mamma says. And naughty children tell storie

and kept repeating to herself words that Flora could not understand. It was a hard lesson, and Amy was determined to conquer it. Flora felt like talking, and there was no one to talk to but Dinah. Dinah was a good listener, but not much of a talker. In fact, she could not speak a word; so if she had any ideas, she did not express t

But Dinah did not fall. Flora caught her by the neck just in time to p

she said. "I thoug

"I am going out when the su

thirsty fell

lora. "Dinah is t

red of waiti

Flor

like to do while t

y down for a nap, with the shawl drawn up ov

keeping so still while I was stud

to do whatever I please with, and then I m

ng," said Flo

el

and play dinner, with real sugar in the

if we only had the ti

sighed

t, and tightened the s

u like 'mothe

a. "I will be the mothe

at

u catch me, it

nd you musn't start till I

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bey the rules we mu

es

ea

ea

y called "Holloa!" So she stoppe

sing by on his way

. "If you stop there fooling with t

but Flora was angry and she s

ou are an ugly boy to call me that. My name

spunk is running away with the

e her," said Amy;

ther," po

ught y

coaxing," s

her, Charl

ge sister, won't you?"

o bad of Charley, but then Charley was not wholly to blame, for the Baby Pitcher's temper was

whispered in Flora's ear. "If you will brush away the black looks an

ou come

es

ed away the gloomy clouds and h

dy," said Amy

't break it," said Flora, grateful

e I wouldn't say so," declared Charley

She had never held it in her hands but once, and then Amy stood by

rley. "Will somebody

ah w

ed upon his kissing Dinah, but before she knew it, Charley caught her in his arms and left a kiss on the tip of her nose. He did

. "Let me take it back an

k; and he put another one on the cheek. Then he and Amy trudged