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...than apple-parings. Think I'd have you carrying my water-pail round and pestering me all day 'pouring sweet poetry in my eye'? I think I see myself! As for your reciting the 'Potter's Saturday Night' while I milk, I guess them clothes of yours ain't meant to travel round our barn-yard much, 'sides, the smell of the yard ain't always agreeable to city folks. And I wasn't sighing about you, but because ma didn't put any doughnuts in my lunch basket; and I looked at you because you looked so like...
...little boat don't tip over." "Yes, yes," a little impatiently, "that's a tug-boat." "Why don't the men tumble off into the water?" "Oh, don't ask so many questions!" His conversation then became rather personal, and, staring intently at me, he said, "Aunty, aunty, ain't that little boy got pretty blue pants?" Blushes and "Hush, hush!" from the unfortunate relative, and a pervasive smile among the passengers. "Where do you s'pose he goes to school?" continued he. Reply inaudible. "Do they spank little boys at Harvard Collig?" The smiles at this period became audible...
Here I fortunately ceased to be the object of his attention, which was henceforth devoted to Grynde, who was reading his Kant in the further corner. "Ain't he got funny hair?" said he, pointing at his victim. "His mamma forgot to put a pin in HIS ribbon," smoothing a blue bow at his own throat. A few remarks then ensued between his aunt and grandmother, and then followed, "Oh, I know Mrs. Smith." "Yes, dear." "Yes, and she's just got a little boy; God sent him down from heaven." Then reflectively looking at me, "Did HE come down...
...large maple-tree whose branches overhung the water. Being a Boston man, my first impulse was to beg pardon for my unintentional intrusion, and beat a hasty retreat; but, upon perceiving my intention, the maiden, somewhat to my surprise, remarked, with more amiability than grammatical accuracy, "Wal, you ain't a-going, are you? Do I look dangerous?" Here was a nice opening for a pretty speech; but as I did not think it quite good taste to make a pretty speech upon such short acquaintance, I merely remarked, "No, you don't "(for she certainly did not), and, throwing...
...This is just the time and spot that one would choose to read a good novel. Are you fond of novels? But I suppose they are forbidden in the college." " Nothin's forbidden, 'cept young men," replied she; "and I don't take much stock in novels, anyhow. There ain't enough meat to 'em, - lot of girls and men that don't know anything, nor can't talk about anything 'cept each other and love; oh! awful stuff...