Dan of Millbrook: A Story of American LifeEstes and Lauriat, 1894 - 500 pages |
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ain't arms asked Aunt Janet beautiful Bell beneath better Boston Bottineau bowed Caleb Krinkle Caleb replied Canticle Captain Krinkle Cassock cheeks child counting-room Daisy Dan's dear Deborah Dishaway Doctor door elms eyes face Fair father Flipkin flowers friends Gabberly gave gazed gentlemen girl give glad gone hand happy head hear heard heart hill Hilltown honor hope horse Huldah Jonathan knew Krinkle's laughed light Linda lips Little Maid living looked Mayweed Meek's Millbrook Miss Gilliflower Miss Hyssop Miss Wayland morning mother Nahant never night Nubbin Park Street Church parlor passed Peter Peter Smart play pleasure Pompon Porgie raking and scraping Randa round seat side sitting smile spect stood street sweet tell Thank thing thought took turned voice walked White Hair wind Winifred wish words young ladies
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Page 396 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave. And spread the roof above them, — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 20 - This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 171 - One, I love, Two, I love, Three, I love, I say, Four, I love with all my heart, And five, I cast away ; Six, he loves, Seven, she loves, Eight, they both love ; Nine, he comes, Ten, he tarries, Eleven, he courts, Twelve, he marries ; Thirteen wishes, Fourteen kisses, All the rest little witches.
Page 470 - He seems to inako no progress, but one glance at that dear face turner! with closed eyes toward him fills him, as it were, with superhuman energy. Nearer — the hot and stifling breath. Through the dense smoke he can see the red sheet of fire which shortly will sweep with the speed of a whirlwind up the steep hillside. Every nerve and muscle, and all the strength that God has given him, is brought into use. Oh, for five minutes more ! — for three ! — for one ! He can delay no longer. He dashes...
Page 466 - ... times ascended knolls and rounded hillocks from whence he could obtain commanding views of the wide expanse. Although it was the middle of September, the heat of the sun was like midsummer. The thick smoke from the distant fire settling down, partly obscured it, but it hung in mid-heaven like a brazen ball. Caleb saw that he was gradually approaching the fire. He noticed, also, that the game was unusually abundant. Through the thickening haze he saw a stately elk, with branching horns, moving...
Page 24 - But, most provokingly, whenever I think of Xerxes, the first thing that presents itself to my mind is the couplet in the Primer, " Xerxes the Great did die, And so must you and I.
Page 20 - But he made a mess of it when he attempted to recite it, getting it mixed up with " This is the maiden all forlorn, that milked the cow with Crumpled horn," and all the rest of the delightful ditty that had been running through his head. Moses did not go into the Sunday-school, but went skipping and hopping down the street, throwing stones at the birds ; Linda and Bell and Randa were there, however, and said their verses so nicely that Miss Hyssop gave each a little card, with a picture of Daniel...
Page 98 - I have been thinking the matter over, and have come to the conclusion that it is not my wife who is at fault. I have given her no part of my time.
Page 229 - Linda is bringing up the little girl. The child's parents were drowned." " Bringing up the little girl ! What a good creature she is ! Do you know that I fell in love with her the moment I saw her ? And Mr. Krinkle tending an eating-saloon ? How strange ! " " Truth is stranger than fiction, it is said.
Page 76 - Randa's chamber, the father, the mother, the doctor, the friends who stand there, can hear the mill-wheel slowly turning in the stream, for the miller is grinding a grist. They hear a heavily laden team rolling slowly over the bridge, — the tramp of the horses' feet, the rumbling of the wheels, — and they think of the waters beneath sweeping on to the fathomless sea, and then their thoughts are of the sweet child who is going down into the dark and silent river of death. Above them, high up in...