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  "The Story of Aaron (so-named), the Son of Ben Ali" tells all the adventures of the Arab while he was a fugitive in the wildwoods, you are very much mistaken


id: 52782
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  Not for the Little Master, for he was smiling at the glorious vision of peace and rest that he saw when he said good-night.


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id: 20071
title: Sue, A Little Heroine
author: Meade, L. T.
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  "You ask wot wages yer''ll get," said Agnes, poking Connie on the arm. "Now," she said, "yer won''t think ''ard of poor Mammy Warren. "I ha'' come to fetch yer," said Connie. "Well, Ronald," said Mrs. Warren, "and ''ow may yer be, my dear little "Jam''s wery bad for little boys," said Mrs. Warren at this juncture. "I am glad yer''ve come ''ere, Ronald," said Connie. "I''ve a fancy that yer shall wear these ''ere clothes to-day," said Mrs. Warren. "Come in, you poor little things," said Mrs Anderson. "Sue," he said, "does you know as Connie came back last night?" and wot''s yer name, boy?" said Connie, who could Connie looked at Ronald, and then she glanced at Giles and her eyes said "Father," said Connie, "we can''t find Sue anywhere, and Giles is dying, "You don''t think, Sue, do yer," said Connie, "that _us_ could stop


id: 20052
title: We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses
author: Yechton, Barbara
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  _know_ Phil didn''t mean a word of it; but Felix felt awfully hurt. over staring at Fee with big round eyes of sympathy, and dear old Phil looking at him, and Phil and Felix kept passing him all sorts of things, have looked almost as comical too; for before Phil could begin, Mr. Erveng said, "I insist upon that person removing her bonnet and veil That boy Hilliard gave a little giggle,--Phil said afterwards he''d like I made a face, and Phil said: "Oh, come, now, Nora, we''ve heard that tell Fee, for he doesn''t like Chad, and I could see he didn''t want Phil "I know just how Phil feels about papa''s snubbing," she said to me. Phil answered at once, "All right, old fellow; come on!" And Fee went. "Jack," said Nora, when I got out in the hall, "Phil has gone out to see


id: 21217
title: The One Moss-Rose
author: Power, Philip Bennett
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  Many a time did James Courtenay''s old nurse, who was a God-fearing "Father," said Jacob, "I saw the young squire ride by on his gray pony "Ah, Jacob, my son," replied old Leonard Dobbin, "you may glorify God "Ah, Jacob," said the old man, "''tis in little common trials such as we the tree, as if he wanted to lay Jacob Dobbin''s blood at their young "Who ever said I did Jacob Dobbin any harm?" asked James Courtenay, his "You said I murdered Jacob Dobbin," interrupted James Courtenay. "Come, speak up, Jim," said old Meyers; "you were poor Jacob''s friend, rudely snatched away by the young squire, and how poor Jacob burst a "Leonard Dobbin," said the squire, after he had sat for some time "Thank you, young squire," said Leonard; "it was here that Jacob was "Ay," said James Courtenay, "and Jacob is up yonder; but I fear, with


id: 31599
title: To Remember Charlie By
author: Aycock, Roger D.
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  Joey that time too, but he wasn''t moving stars then. "I''m waiting for Charlie to come home," he said, keeping his eyes on It wasn''t right or natural for a kid to wait like that for anything "Charlie was more than just a dog to him," Doc said. "Books for Joey," Doc said. "We''ve got to give the boy another interest," Doc said, putting away "Moving _stars_?" Doc said when I told him. of drumming up one for Joey," Doc said. stars, Doc, but if he did he could have moved the light along with Doc said, "There went Altair," and his voice sounded like he had just I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who "Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars," the I wish I''d asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie


id: 4296
title: Friarswood Post Office
author: Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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  ''I''m sure I hope he''s after no harm,'' said Mrs. King; ''I don''t like to ''Oh,'' said Ellen, ''Harold likes company, you see, Sir, and will take up ''Ellen--Harold--come down to your tea!'' called Mrs. King. ''Well!'' said Mrs. King, ''I declare he looks like a picture I have seen--'' ''Poor lad,'' said Mrs. King, ''it seems a pity he should come to such a ''You''re getting a big boy, Harold, and it is lonely for you,'' said Mrs. King reluctantly; ''and if the lad is a good lad I''d not cast up his ''Alfred,'' said Ellen, ''do you know where Harold is? have thought you would we have cared for poor Mother and Alfred,'' said only come to make you eat yours like a good boy, as Mr. Cope said you ''Then you think this poor lad will be ill a long time, Sir?'' said Mrs. King, when Mr. Blunt was preparing to depart.


id: 11470
title: His Big Opportunity
author: Le Feuvre, Amy
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  Dudley made a grimace at Roy; but both boys entered the house, and "You''ve saved my life," said Dudley, staring at Roy with a peculiar "Ay, Master Roy is always for making," said the old man with a smile; Dudley and Roy were eagerly helping and chattering as only boys know Saying which Mr. Selby passed on, and Roy and Dudley walked home without "It''s doing old Roger good, and ourselves too," said Roy; "I''m longing Roy continued: "Of course I shall want you more when Dudley goes away. servant," said Dudley, impatiently, one afternoon after Roy had sent Rob when the boys met, Dudley gazed with deep pity on Roy''s white little "I should like to speak to Master Roy, alone," said Rob, a little "We''ve settled you can go, Rob," said Roy, with a little of his "''Tis like this, Master Dudley," said old Principle, presently, as they


id: 35966
title: Loveliness: A Story
author: Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart
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  For Loveliness was a little dog; a silver Yorkshire, blue of blood and The little dog had both friends and acquaintances on the street where street, and regarding the professor''s house with the unpleasant look of dog threw back his supercilious little head and barked at the yellow The little dog sprang to her heart, and she crooned little dog down forcibly from the arms of the child, who wailed at the "God have mercy on me, but I''ve lost the little dog, sir!" The carrier went home, looking like a man in the spring, and the warm days melted into May. But the little dog had not "Till Loveliness comes home," she said. they passed the window where the little girl sat, and the newsboy looked Now and then, if a little dog passed, and if he were gray, "Something to take her mind off the dog for a little," he said.


id: 32279
title: The Children on the Top Floor
author: Rhoades, Nina
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  "I think not to-day," she said a little primly; "mother might not like "Now tell me about the interesting thing," Jack said, when Betty, having "Perhaps it''s mother come home early," Jack suggested, his pale little "I love them," said Jack heartily, "but, Betty, do you suppose mother "Mother," said Betty eagerly, "it''s Mrs. Hamilton--Winifred Hamilton''s "Good-bye, mother, dear," cried Jack, waving his thin little hand as he "My friend Lulu Bell''s father and mother used to live in England," said "I hope mother isn''t going to be ill," said Jack anxiously, when they "No, mother," said Betty softly; "I know you don''t like to talk about "No," said Betty; "Jack''s all right, but oh, I''m so sorry your mother''s "Jack," said Betty softly, "here''s Winifred Hamilton. "But you''ll come back very soon, won''t you, Betty?" Jack said a little day; Winifred''s mother is out driving, and Betty and Jack say their


id: 33667
title: Two Prisoners
author: Page, Thomas Nelson
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  lifted it up in her arms, and Molly saw that it was a little dog, a however, Mildred, the little girl that Molly saw with her doll and Mildred played out of doors all day long. Mildred played out of doors all day long. [Illustration: "_MILDRED PLAYED OUT-OF-DOORS ALL DAY LONG_"] Looking out of her little window next day Molly saw her little girl on Mildred had stopped for a moment and was looking at Molly. Mildred asked a great many questions, and Molly told her all she knew Mildred thought Molly did not want any bird--she wanted that one, "Then Molly is unreasonable," said Mildred''s father. "The lady that has the mocking-bird," said Mildred. Mildred and her mammy soon found the rickety house where Molly lived, Mildred gave a little gasp, "Oh!" But Molly did not move a muscle. "Molly," said Mildred, "I wonder if that is not your mocking-bird?" Molly looked a little disappointed.


id: 46159
title: Two in a Zoo
author: Dunham, Curtis
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  "Behold, it is the little Limping Boy," said Mahmoud, with his lips "Be calm, beloved," said Mahmoud, "the cubs are not too young to know "You are late to breakfast this morning, little one," said Mahmoud; The sparrow hopped up on the rim of Mahmoud''s ear, and said cheerily: "Hush," said the little Limping Boy, in a low voice. "It must be all right," said Toots, "or the sparrow would fly away. "Aha," said Pwit-Pwit, into the ear of old Mahmoud, "didn''t I tell you Then turning to the sparrow, Mahmoud, Lord of all the Menial People, little Limping Boy," said the sparrow. "Agreed," said Pwit-Pwit; "and when you hear old Caliph''s answer "Good!" said Toots, "that is old Sultan''s call for rejoicing. "And so you''re Toots," said the Princess'' father. Toots now saw that when the Princess'' father said "hum, ha," he was Pwit-Pwit, the sparrow, nor the little Limping Boy--who no longer


id: 45975
title: The Little Lame Prince and His Travelling Cloak
author: Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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  old bright look came back to his sweet little face, and his body grew fortunate thing it was for the poor little Prince to have such a clever much surprise, that the poor little Prince--nobody ever called him king "Poor Prince Dolor!" Or, looking at the Beautiful Mountains, which neither stand nor run away--for the little forlorn boy was Prince Dolor. "My poor little man!" said the old woman in the very tenderest tone of [Illustration: "_Prince Dolor had never seen anything like it. Having said this, I return to Prince Dolor, that little lame boy whom Something like this was the happiness of the little lame Prince when he where it looked so like Prince Dolor, that any common observer would "I should like to see the King," said Prince Dolor. "It''s a great deal nicer here," said the poor little Prince, and So beautiful looked she--old as she was--that Prince Dolor was at first


id: 59967
title: On Angels'' Wings
author: Greene, Mrs. (Louisa Lilias)
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  "My own sweet Violet, lay thy head on mother''s breast and rest thee a "And Violet will have wings!--thou knowest that?" said the little "Mother, dear, why dost thou want me in the night?" asked Violet, "To heaven!" said Violet with a little start and then a long gasp of "Did the good Lord Jesus call my little mother away?" asked Violet with "God help my little Violet," he said bitterly to himself; "as long as I "Well, Ella shall go.--Come along home, thou little good-for-nought, "Dost thou know what Kate said to Violet once?" asked the little girl, Aunt Lizzie, Violet could not leave her little mother. hears all Violet''s prayers, and father says my little mother is quite "Yes," said Violet with a little trembling sigh, and enormous tears "Perhaps," said Fritz shortly, while poor Violet looked down at her "Fritz asked was that why they called thee Violet, because thou also


id: 52782
title: Aaron in the Wildwoods
author: Harris, Joel Chandler
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  went down the hill struck into the path that Little Crotchet knew. "Yes, Little Master," responded Aaron, "and I''m thinking the young When Aaron left the negro woman at Gossett''s he went rapidly through "Wait a little while, and Simmons''s dog''ll tell you," replied Aaron. This was one of the reasons why Little Crotchet wanted to see Aaron. It was this Teacher that Little Crotchet wanted Aaron to see, a fact "Fiction," said Little Crotchet to Aaron, with an air of great "Man, give me the Little Master," said Aaron from the top of the as he followed Aaron and Little Crotchet from the horse lot to the The Teacher looked from Aaron to Little Crotchet. When Aaron went out at the window, Little Crotchet was sound asleep, And Aaron, when he came to see the Little Master that night, knew for "She wants to hold you," said Aaron to the Little Master.


