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The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe / There's No Place Like Home by Amanda Minnie Douglas

Amanda Minnie Douglas

The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe / There's No Place Like Home by Amanda Minnie Douglas

eBook ( Sept. 7, 2013)
Hal sat trotting Dot on his knee,—poor little weazen-faced Dot, who was just getting over the dregs of the measles, and cross accordingly. By way of accompaniment he sang all the Mother Goose melodies that he could remember. At last he came to,—
"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe: She had so many children she didn't know what to do; To some she gave broth without any bread,"
and Harry stopped to catch his breath, for the trotting was of the vigorous order.
"And a thrashing all round, and sent them to bed!"
finished Joe, thrusting his shaggy head in at the window after the fashion of a great Newfoundland dog.
Dot answered with a piteous cry,—a sort of prolonged wail, heart-rending indeed.
"Serve you right," said Joe, going through an imaginary performance with remarkably forcible gestures.
"For shame, Joe! You were little once yourself, and I dare say cried when you were sick. I always thought it very cruel, that, after being deprived of their supper, they should be"—
"Thrashed! Give us good strong Saxon for once, Flossy!"
Flossy was of the ambitious, correct, and sentimental order. She had lovely light curls, and soft white hands when she did not have to work too hard, which she never did of her own free will. She thought it dreadful to be so poor, and aspired to a rather aristocratic ladyhood.
"I am sorry you were not among them," she replied indignantly. "You're a hard-hearted, cruel boy!"
"When the thrashings went round? You're a c-r-u-e-l girl!" with a prodigious length of accent. "Why, I get plenty of 'em at school."
"'Trot, trot, trot. There was an old woman'—what are you laughing at, Joe?" and Hal turned red in the face.
"I've just made a brilliant discovery. O my poor buttons! remember Flossy's hard labor and many troubles, and do not bust! Why, we're the very children!"
At this, Joe gave a sudden lurch: you saw his head, and then you saw his heels, and the patch on the knee of his trousers, ripped partly off by an unlucky nail, flapped in the breeze; and he was seated on the window-sill right side up with care, drumming both bare heels into the broken wall. He gave a prolonged whistle of satisfaction, made big eyes at Dot, and then said again,—
"Yes, we are the very children!"
"What children? Joe, you are the noisiest boy in Christendom!"
CONTENTS
Joe's Grand Discovery
Planning in the Twilight
A Chance for Flossy
The Identical Shoe
Good Luck for Joe
Fortunes and Misfortunes
The Old Tumbler, after All
Florence in State
Fourth of July
Which should she choose?
Out of the Old Home-Nest
Joe's Fortune
From Gray Skies to Blue
A Flower-Garden Indoors
How Charlie ran away
Almost discouraged
Lost at Sea
A Song in the Night
In the Old Home-Nest again
Wherein the Old Shoe becomes crowded
How the Dreams came True
Christmastide
Pages
337

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