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Baby Pitcher's Trials / Little Pitcher Stories

Chapter 9 FLORA AN EXILE.

Word Count: 1247    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

o express her views to Dinah on the subject of bad boys; and as Dinah had not the power of

chool. Her troubles in that direction had not yet begun, but lunch with her was a very important matter, and she never failed to be present when it was passed round. Grandma alw

ng to school, she stood at the window eating her way through an enormous tart, which had been made expressly for her: but why the Baby Pitcher should have the largest tart, only Grandma could tell. The childr

she exclaimed. "How the

ora, holding out her h

a could not bear it in the house, sh

, isn't it, Grandma?"

ew tired of the odor before the skin of the musk-rat was carried away and sold. There was musk everywhere, in doors and out; and wherever Flora was, the perfume was sickening. But she would not give it up. She carried the little sack, which had become dry and hard, in the pocket of her dress from morning until night, and mamma waited in vain for her to weary of it. At last it was banished from

gave her the name. She always doubted Cha

a cos

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ed out to gra

, Ber

e will play you

el

osset; but she had faith in Bertie, and she fe

harley, "because you canno

, Ber

, de

ttle exile was not wholly deprived of society, for it happened, fortunately, that the black baby had no sense of smell. Whether she had lost it or was born without it, Flora never knew; but she did not possess it, and so was not annoyed by the odor that troubled everybody else. It was not long before she was as highly perfumed as her mistress, and could not be tolerated in the house even for a nap. The black baby was in disgrace, and she was knocked about so roughly that her complexion was spoiled and her fine figure very much injured. Flora had serious th

ey, who saw the housemaid when she threw her out of an upp

herself," r

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was a black

ping her hands and laug

ing away fro

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"and if you take your eyes off I am afraid yo

wil

ly in her arms, to preven

now, Char

you must

on tighte

ny more," continued Charley. "It does not ag

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he ar

using to weigh the matter, "I

t as she did not again attempt to fly away, Flora concluded she was contented in her new situation, and, after a while, ventured to carry her indoors occasionally. But Charley

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