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Rudd, Steele, 1868-1935

"On Our Selection"

Anyway, he had taken a fancy to Miss Ribbone's
stocking, which had fallen down while he was lying under the table, and
commenced to worry it. Then he discovered she had a calf, and started to
eat THAT. She did n't tell US though--she told Mrs. Macpherson, who
imparted the secret to mother. I suppose Stump did n't understand
stockings, because neither Mother nor Sal ever wore any, except to a
picnic or somebody's funeral; and that was very seldom. The Creek was n't
much of a place for sport.
"I hope as you'll be comfortable, my dear," Mother observed as she showed
the young lady the back-room where she was to sleep. "It ain't s' nice as
we should like to have it f' y'; we had n't enough spare bags to line it
all with, but the cracks is pretty well stuffed up with husks an' one
thing an' 'nother, and I don't think you'll find any wind kin get in.
Here's a bear-skin f' your feet, an' I've nailed a bag up so no one kin
see-in in the morning. S' now, I think you'll be pretty snug."
The schoolmistress cast a distressed look at the waving bag-door and said:
"Th-h-ank you-very much."
What a voice! I've heard kittens that had n't their eyes open make a
fiercer noise.


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