Baby Pitcher's Trials / Little Pitcher Stories

they looked back, she waved her hand, and, before p

t you must not touch it, for somebody has clumsy fingers and black fingers. It isn't me-my fingers are white; and it isn't Amy. It is you. Dolls don't know so much

re she pleased. That is to say, she was at liberty to go wherever mamma pleased. Down to the barn, over to auntie's, where Charley and Bertie lived, or in to see Grandma; but she was not to wander away or play in the public street, and she was on no account to go where she could not keep home in view. She might roam about the grounds all day if she liked; and there was the big tree down in the garden, with a broad seat around it, where she could play house or picnic, or anything that could be played with only Dinah to help her.

want to go better than mamma does. Don't they? Course they do. Did you say no? That is what mamma says

omething else to think of. Somebody was getting over the wall at the foot

called. No answer.

across the beds that were covered with the dry stalks and

ied Flora,

ot hurry, and then she saw that he carried somet

it," she

ttle thing, and you must not make a no

row, and she was so eager that she could not see very well. So he separated his

she ex

" said

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t you

nd Flora took

ive. I am

and he is awfully afraid of a wind. It makes him shake

ly held out

stly. But Bertie said, "Not yet

, do you

last night. I was home yesterday, sick. I am home sick to-day. T

your rubb

good. The cold stayed in. I had caught it, you know, and there was no shaking it out. When you once catch a cold, it sti

it h

ht, though. You see I could not

re cou

with the tonsils, so I kept looking out of

e," said Flo

ful tired of

, t

oing the proper thing, so I kept my feelings to myself. By-and-by I h

s the

p! peep! right under the window, and then I began to look about me. But I did not see anything for a long time. At las

ant to be

t help h

have fli

rtie pointed to

two of

ou had a dozen wings li

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piazza. I don't know what lamed him, b

something," said

n he cried peep, peep, instead of puss. If puss h

she?" ec

ould not have been so much as a feather left. I tell

, t

am at school; and if he does get well

ll get

about his diet. Don't give him a

e him milk an

u must not for

g s

es

some

ry last night, and he would not eat this morn

as a family that lived under a certain plank, and as it was a large family there was always somebody at home. When she tried the door it would not open; that is to s

ar!" sh

hen she got angry and talked to it as she sometimes talked to Dinah, and with no better result. She could not m

ill take the chick. I should like to see

le heart flutter against her hand. This was much pleasanter than hunting worms.