Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7

he hot state, mingled with the aroma of gravy, that it was impossible to feel altogether gloomy; there was hope in the air. Tom and Maggie made several i

oughs of the elder-tree, eating their ja

his puff, and was eyeing the third, which was

Because Luc

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de in a dubitative manner. (It was a difficult problem to divide that very irregular polygon

rward toward Tom with her eyes fixed on the hovering knife. "No, you silly, that'll be good th

d it was in two, but the result was not satisfactory to Tom

ur eyes,

at

hat for. Shut 'em

ie o

u have, Maggie,-r

run out," said Maggie, keepin

n't give it you without. Right or left,-you choose, now. Ha-a-a!" said Tom, in a tone of

oy the utmost possible amount of puff, than that he should be pleased with her for giving him the be

said Tom, in rath

it with the

om, firmly, handing decided

; I don't mind-I like the

almost crossly, beginning

t Tom had finished first, and had to look on while Maggie ate her last morsel or two, feeling in himself a capacity for more. Maggie di

rly, and thought she ought to have considered this, and made up to him for it. He would have refused a bit of hers

pale. "Oh, Tom, wh

greedy. You might have thought of it witho

it; you know I did," said

asn't fair. If I go halves, I'll go '

had also been looking on while the eatables vanished, with an agitation of his ears and feelings which could hardly have been wi

ut that the puff was very nice, for Maggie's palate was not at all obtuse, but she would have gone without it many times over, sooner than Tom should call her greedy and be cross with her. And he had said he wouldn't have it, and she ate it without thinking; how could she help it? The tears flowed so plentifully that Maggie saw nothing around her for t

eat river, and that he had another companion besides Yap,-naughty Bob Jakin, whose off

ort but to sit down by the hollow, or wander by the hedgerow, and fancy it was all