Plupy "the Real Boy", Página 1911R.G. Badger, 1911 - 362 páginas |
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Página 229 - Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again." "That last line is much too long for the poetry," she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her. "Don't stand chattering to yourself like that," Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time; "but tell me your name and your business.
Página 288 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 49 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Página 28 - I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games; And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow. But first I would remark, that it is not a proper plan For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man, And, if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim, To lay for that same member for to "put a head" on him. Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months...
Página 50 - Plupy's father as he sat that evening under the apple tree smoking, laughed heartily now and then and indulged in sinful delight in reminiscences of his boyhood, which showed him to be in the most cheerful humor. It was open to suspicion whether or not he was delighted beyond measure at the good account his son had rendered of himself in his fight with Pewt, as he was heard to remark that if he would only lick that Watson boy too he would be satisfied.
Página 14 - ... big ones. When he was a man he would never make his boy split kindlings, but would buy them all split. He bet his father would feel bad if he drowned himself. He guessed he would miss him when he was gone. And his mother too, she might have said something when his father told him to stay in. He pictured himself lying dead in the river with the boats full of people with boat-hooks and eel spears, and the banks lined with other pale-faced scared people, and he pictured himself brought home limp...
Página 22 - No, you do it, I can't come over, gotter stay in the yard all day," said Plupy, shame-facedly. "Watcher bin doin naou?" queried Sam. "Didn't split no kindlins las night." "H'm, that all?" said the blacksmith leaning on his smutty arms on the fence, "didn't know but yer'd bin breakin' winders or ringin' doorbells er suthin
Página 15 - ... had driven him to this dreadful death. And he drew so affecting a picture of' their unavailing grief that the tears filled his eyes and a lump arose in his throat as big as the yarncovered, rubber-cored ball in his pocket. As his swimming eyes roamed wistfully around in search of something to lighten the dreary monotony of staying in the yard all day, they fell on the huge old...
Página 21 - Smarty, you wait and see," replied blackeyes, tossing her head and returning to her dishes. Left alone, Plupy cut a stout but limber switch and carefully trimmed off the twigs and leaves, whistling shrilly a popular band tune. Then he whittled the end to a sharp point on which to impale his projectiles. If he could only harden the end in fire it wouldn't split afld would last longer.