This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
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| 1850 | Methinks I hear the questions asked by my graver readers,"To what purpose is all this?--how is the world to be made wiser by this talk?" |
| 1850 | Nothing but the hair of his good, gray, old head and beard left? |
| 1850 | OLD CHRISTMAS By Washington Irving But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? |
| 1850 | What, after all, is the mite of wisdom that I could throw into the mass of knowledge? |
| 1850 | Why does the chilling winter''s morne Smile like a field beset with corn? |
| 1850 | is there not wisdom enough extant for the instruction of the world? |
| 1850 | or how am I sure that my sagest deductions may be safe guides for the opinions of others? |
| 28125 | Was n''t that too bad? |
| 28125 | What''s your name, you great, big darling? 28125 Who in the world could have told Santa what we wanted most?" |
| 28125 | Did you see that cat after the mouse?" |
| 28125 | Whose is he, papa?" |
| 28125 | [ Illustration]"Did you?" |
| 28125 | [ Illustration]"You did n''t get it, did you?" |
| 20656 | ***** Why does the chilling winter''s morne Smile like a field beset with corn? |
| 20656 | Macmillan& Co 1886][ Illustration] But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? |
| 20656 | Methinks I hear the questions asked by my graver readers,"To what purpose is all this?--how is the world to be made wiser by this talk?" |
| 20656 | Nothing but the hair of his good, gray, old head and beard left? |
| 20656 | What, after all, is the mite of wisdom that I could throw into the mass of knowledge? |
| 20656 | is there not wisdom enough extant for the instruction of the world? |
| 20656 | or how am I sure that my sagest deductions may be safe guides for the opinions of others? |
| 19014 | My, but is n''t it cold? |
| 19014 | My, is n''t it a nice day? |
| 19014 | That you, Liza? |
| 19014 | There ai n''t no Sante Claus? |
| 19014 | And if there were, did they have to live in an alley, and did they ever have any fun? |
| 19014 | As it sped on its winter- day journey, did it shine into any cabin in an Irish bog more desolate than these Cherry Street"homes?" |
| 19014 | But home? |
| 19014 | But their companion? |
| 19014 | Had n''t he been to the gin- mill for him that very day twice? |
| 19014 | How should a tramp boy have come honestly by a gold locket? |
| 19014 | I seen him myself when he cum to our alley last----""What''s youse kids a- scrappin''fur?" |
| 19014 | Little Finnegan, eh? |
| 19014 | No Sante Claus? |
| 19014 | See''em?" |
| 19014 | Was he also her dolly''s friend, and would know it among the strange people? |
| 19014 | Was there anybody anywhere who cared about boys, anyhow? |
| 19014 | Were there any boys in that other home where the carriages and the big hearse had gone? |
| 19014 | What have we here? |
| 19014 | What was the use? |
| 19014 | What''re ye givin''us? |
| 19014 | Why not? |
| 19014 | Your mother not dead yet? |
| 5662 | ''Heard you not,''spake a white- bearded shepherd to me;''heard you not, young Mother Mary, the angels''song?'' |
| 5662 | And thou shalt stay their feet, dear boy, for rememberest not the Immanuels of last year? 5662 But all will be thine? |
| 5662 | Do you get any time to play? 5662 Do you live here?" |
| 5662 | For whom is thy service to- night, my son? 5662 I pity every sparrow that is hurt,"said the boy,"and is n''t Bob of more consequence than a sparrow?" |
| 5662 | Ill,do I say? |
| 5662 | Many jolly boys around? |
| 5662 | Miss Amanda, did n''t you hear the door- bell ringing? 5662 Well, mother,"he exclaimed,"what do you expect me to do? |
| 5662 | Well,answered Miss Amanda,"I do n''t know as it will do any harm; why do you want it?" |
| 5662 | Well,said Tommy after a pause,"do you ever have any trouble with the boys you play with?" |
| 5662 | What evil genius placed it here this night? 5662 What sort of tools have you got in your bag? |
| 5662 | Where are you going? |
| 5662 | Where did it come from? |
| 5662 | Where was I in the story, children? |
| 5662 | Which, the work or the play? |
| 5662 | Why, do you know Bob Sykes? |
| 5662 | ***** What noise is this? |
| 5662 | And was that a bag of tools on his back? |
| 5662 | And whither tend thy footsteps now?" |
| 5662 | But now tell me what you would have done if he had provoked you, and insulted you, too?" |
| 5662 | But was it the boy? |
| 5662 | But why that start and cry? |
| 5662 | Ca n''t you come?" |
| 5662 | Do you feel sorry for the sparrows as well as Bob?" |
| 5662 | Even this moment thy brother James placed the last within the basket, but canst thou not partake of the evening meal before thou goest with them? |
| 5662 | Had n''t you better forgive Bob?" |
| 5662 | Had she in this been harsh to the boy, the only legacy her dying mother had to leave her? |
| 5662 | Have n''t I, years ago, torn and destroyed every word that wretched boy ever wrote me?" |
| 5662 | He rushed up- stairs and into his mother''s room, utterly forgetting his knock or"Am I welcome, mother?" |
| 5662 | How did you do it? |
| 5662 | How even the dumb gave forth pleasant sounds like music from their helpless tongues? |
| 5662 | How had she kept her trust? |
| 5662 | How should she give it to her? |
| 5662 | How the blind said, as thou named their gifts, and placed them in their hands, that it seemed they could straightway behold them? |
| 5662 | How the sorrowful found strange, staying joy in their hearts? |
| 5662 | Is it hard for you now to remember the rule,''The good things about others, the naughty things about yourself''''?" |
| 5662 | It is a gentle figure that bends among mother and children, and a tender voice that questions:"Shall I bear forth the gifts?" |
| 5662 | Perhaps you know my mother?" |
| 5662 | Verily, is this not true of Love: that it brings its own blessedness? |
| 5662 | What had he done? |
| 5662 | What kind of a place was Emmaus? |
| 5662 | What was yonder little village in the distance? |
| 5662 | Where was her brother? |
| 5662 | Who is your father?" |
| 5662 | Who was this bearded man that folded her in his strong, true arms? |
| 5662 | Who will send it to me, and what will it be? |
| 5662 | Whom do I care for, and who cares for me? |
| 5662 | You are not going to take cold or be sick? |
| 5662 | You have enough to eat and wear; what more do you want?" |
| 5662 | and how even the lame well- nigh leaped from their lameness, for the light of thy young face? |
| 61300 | Black Bill? |
| 61300 | DEAR MR. RIIS:A little chap of six on the Western frontier writes to us:"''Will you please tell me if there is a Santa Claus? |
| 61300 | Did ye ever know the like of it? 61300 Do you think he will come?" |
| 61300 | Fellers,he said,"what d''ye t''ink? |
| 61300 | For you? |
| 61300 | Got a bite for a hungry man? |
| 61300 | How ever will I do it? |
| 61300 | Is not that so, Jack? |
| 61300 | Is you Santa Claus? |
| 61300 | It''s a dollar, ai n''t it? |
| 61300 | My, but is n''t it cold? |
| 61300 | My, is n''t it a nice day? |
| 61300 | Old Thomas, did you say? 61300 So you are back, are you?" |
| 61300 | Starving? |
| 61300 | Susie, what''s up? |
| 61300 | That you, Liza? |
| 61300 | There ai n''t no Sante Claus? |
| 61300 | Well, Vito, who is he? |
| 61300 | Well, bub, ever see that before? |
| 61300 | What do we receive at Christmas? |
| 61300 | What good is that? 61300 What have you here, my lad?" |
| 61300 | What''s the charge? |
| 61300 | What''s this? |
| 61300 | What,I say, holding a silver dime up before the oldest, a smart little chap of seven--"what would you do if I gave you this?" |
| 61300 | Who is this King? |
| 61300 | Who''s got hurted? |
| 61300 | Whose step is that with you, pastor? 61300 Why, Jimmy?" |
| 61300 | Wo n''t you answer him? |
| 61300 | Yes, my little man, and are you Baby Will? |
| 61300 | And how can I recommend him? |
| 61300 | And how can I recommend him?" |
| 61300 | And the family of this fellow Black Hans, what was to become of them? |
| 61300 | As it sped on its winter- day journey, did it shine into any cabin in an Irish bog more desolate than these Cherry Street"homes"? |
| 61300 | But home? |
| 61300 | But their companion? |
| 61300 | Can I help you, miss?" |
| 61300 | Could it be that they were not going; that this thing was to be carried to the last ditch? |
| 61300 | Did the teacher think he would come if she wrote to him? |
| 61300 | Did you not know?" |
| 61300 | Do n''t you know mothers are that way when any one makes much of their boys? |
| 61300 | Do n''t you remember the Company wrote and thanked me for bein''spry?" |
| 61300 | Do you think, now, it was that letter in my pocket that gave that guilty little throb against my heart when I heard it, or what could it have been? |
| 61300 | Does not the green branch speak of spring and of hope? |
| 61300 | Go on, now, Suse, you hear?" |
| 61300 | Had he not said it to these men and they did not believe him? |
| 61300 | Had they? |
| 61300 | Have you anything to say why sentence should not be passed upon you?" |
| 61300 | He saw only the prison gates opening for him, and the gray walls shutting him out from his wife and little ones for-- how many Christmases was it? |
| 61300 | He wo n''t stay honest long without it; but who wants a burglar for a watchman? |
| 61300 | How many of them in that hut? |
| 61300 | How should Gimpy know that he was at that moment leading another struggling soul by the hand toward the light that never dies? |
| 61300 | How should a tramp boy have come honestly by a gold locket? |
| 61300 | I seen him myself when he cum to our alley last----""What''s youse kids a- scrappin''fur?" |
| 61300 | IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS? |
| 61300 | It is true that he does not always wear a white beard and drive a reindeer team-- not always, you know-- but what does it matter? |
| 61300 | Little Finnegan, eh? |
| 61300 | No Santa Claus, eh? |
| 61300 | No Santa Claus, is there? |
| 61300 | No Santa Claus? |
| 61300 | No Sante Claus? |
| 61300 | Now, would n''t it surprise her old stomach if I gave her a Christmas gift of oats? |
| 61300 | Or was it a huge, wretched, misbegotten joke? |
| 61300 | Out there upon the dark waters, in the storm, were they sailing now, and all the lights of the city swallowed up in gloom? |
| 61300 | See''em?" |
| 61300 | So soon?" |
| 61300 | THE FERRIS PRINTING COMPANY NEW YORK CONTENTS PAGE THE KID HANGS UP HIS STOCKING 1 IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS? |
| 61300 | The Captain bent his brows upon him and said with sudden fierceness,"You could n''t keep honest a month, could you?" |
| 61300 | The paymaster, who had a sprig of Christmas green fixed in his desk just like any other man, laughed and shook his head and said"Santa Claus?" |
| 61300 | The road was clear, but for how long? |
| 61300 | To the question,"Why do we receive them at Christmas?" |
| 61300 | Was He also her dolly''s friend, and would He know it among the strange people? |
| 61300 | Was it the message with which it had been sent forth from far away in the country, or what was it? |
| 61300 | Was it the sigh and her evident distress, or was it the little dollar? |
| 61300 | What had come over the man? |
| 61300 | What have we here? |
| 61300 | What nightmare was this? |
| 61300 | What secret did the burgomaster have from the burgomasterinde which Jens, the forester, might share? |
| 61300 | What shall the harvest be? |
| 61300 | What should he have to say? |
| 61300 | What was it about and how did it come? |
| 61300 | What''re ye givin''us? |
| 61300 | Who shall say its message has not reached even them in their slum? |
| 61300 | Who wants a thief in his pay? |
| 61300 | Who wants a thief in his pay? |
| 61300 | Why do n''t he come?" |
| 61300 | Why not? |
| 61300 | Why, then, did he not work for them, instead of laying it up against his betters? |
| 61300 | Why, where have you been, little one? |
| 61300 | Will you not let them? |
| 61300 | You know them, John?" |
| 61300 | Your mother not dead yet? |
| 61300 | ai n''t it fine?" |
| 61300 | and did my Saviour bleed?" |
| 61300 | what''s come over you? |
| 61300 | what?" |
| 32455 | Ai n''t the blue ones handsomest? |
| 32455 | And does your arm never trouble you? |
| 32455 | And had ye a good time, me darling? 32455 And how is he?" |
| 32455 | And what can I do for you? |
| 32455 | And what will you do? |
| 32455 | And with no fighting? |
| 32455 | Bertha,said Wolfgang,"could you not entertain us with one of your native dances?" |
| 32455 | Ca n''t ye take off your hat? |
| 32455 | Ca n''t you behave decent? |
| 32455 | Colonel Bartlett, will you name the toast? |
| 32455 | Could we not tempt her over to the General Hospital? |
| 32455 | Did you think I should fail you? |
| 32455 | Do they dance without music? |
| 32455 | Do you tell me, CÃ ¦ sar,said Dick,"that they have doors in your country?" |
| 32455 | Do you tell me, CÃ ¦ sar,said John,"that in your country they do not wear their coats on Christmas day?" |
| 32455 | Do? 32455 Give''em to who?" |
| 32455 | Give''em to who? |
| 32455 | Have they come? |
| 32455 | How escape his eye? |
| 32455 | How long since you returned? |
| 32455 | How should I know, Jem? |
| 32455 | How will you tell them that you will do this? |
| 32455 | How would this do? |
| 32455 | How would this do? |
| 32455 | Indade, sir, and where is it? |
| 32455 | Is the north light burning? |
| 32455 | Mrs. Philbrick, are there five captains in your establishment, or six? |
| 32455 | My dear Mr. Hale, why do you ask me? 32455 Nourishment?" |
| 32455 | Off, who are off? |
| 32455 | Only one toast? |
| 32455 | Papa,said old Clara, who is the next child,"all the people gave presents, did not they, as they did in the picture in your study?" |
| 32455 | Pretty hard, was it not? |
| 32455 | Shall we have any toasts? |
| 32455 | Storm? 32455 Streak of light"--Is there a light in Lycidas''s room? |
| 32455 | Todd,said I,"is this a night to be talking of ingots, or hiring, or losing, or gaining? |
| 32455 | Was not Christ our Saviour? |
| 32455 | What can I send to your children? |
| 32455 | What fun, to be sure; but, Clara, what is in the picture? |
| 32455 | What sent you out from your warm steam- boiler? |
| 32455 | Where are you, Frederic? |
| 32455 | Where would they be, Miss Cutts, if somebody had not wound up the lamps at midnight? 32455 Where? |
| 32455 | Who are you? |
| 32455 | Who do you say that young woman is? |
| 32455 | Who goes there? |
| 32455 | Who''s killed? |
| 32455 | Why did Tom write it for me? |
| 32455 | Why do n''t you give''Here''s Hoping''? |
| 32455 | Why do n''t you give''The Staff and the Line''? |
| 32455 | Why do they not give such presents every day? |
| 32455 | Why do you not give''The trepanned people''? |
| 32455 | Why, no-- yes-- do I? |
| 32455 | Will anybody see it, mamma? |
| 32455 | Will he dine with you to- day? |
| 32455 | Will it hold up, Simon? |
| 32455 | Will papa see it? |
| 32455 | Would Mrs. Walter come down and see Mrs. Fitch? 32455 You never had another piece of bone come out?" |
| 32455 | You served in America, did you not? |
| 32455 | ''Aye,''his Majesty replied,''but what think you of his head- piece? |
| 32455 | *****"Have I been asleep on duty?" |
| 32455 | And I said,--"Do the Normans ever drink Burgundy?" |
| 32455 | And King James and Cadenet,--did they love Christ and fear God? |
| 32455 | And Tom Cutts? |
| 32455 | And by this time I could not help saying,"You Normans care more for Christmas than we Americans; is it not so, my brave?" |
| 32455 | And does not the poor child himself, even in his unconscious sleep, draw his breath more lightly than he did before? |
| 32455 | And might she and her son and her husband call to see madame at the Three Cygnets? |
| 32455 | And might she bring a little_ Ã © trenne_ to madame? |
| 32455 | And the King said,"Is it far away?" |
| 32455 | And the King said,"Is the Duke dead, whom we saw at Bucharest; is the Emperor dead, who met me at Constantinople?" |
| 32455 | And was madame at the Three Cygnets? |
| 32455 | And what did you have, Pat?" |
| 32455 | And what is a"Sheffield wimble"? |
| 32455 | And when Mr. Gorham Parsons sent in well- nigh a barrel full of Hubbardston None- such apples, who was Alice to say they should not have apples? |
| 32455 | And who was he? |
| 32455 | And you"--"And I?" |
| 32455 | And, after the flip, Dick cried,"Can you not dance''Money- Musk''?" |
| 32455 | Are you sure he knew you? |
| 32455 | As we turned away from the house on Christmas morning,--I to preach and he to visit his patients,--he said to me,"Did you make that whiskey?" |
| 32455 | Bottle marked in MS. What in the world is it? |
| 32455 | But a frog, who was croaking in the cranberry marsh, said,"Why do you take such pains and fly so high? |
| 32455 | But how? |
| 32455 | But the children had their supper,--asking terrible questions about papa,--questions which who should answer? |
| 32455 | But why did I say"Yes"? |
| 32455 | But why did they not send up to him? |
| 32455 | But, as to this, who should say? |
| 32455 | Can they be of any use this night to anybody? |
| 32455 | Could any thing in this world be better?" |
| 32455 | Could not I? |
| 32455 | Could not Mr. Payne Collier find up the libretto, perhaps? |
| 32455 | Dear John Chamberlain, where are there not such disputes? |
| 32455 | Dear Tommy, dear Tommy, my own child, we will not sleep, will we? |
| 32455 | Did I? |
| 32455 | Did he remember writing a note to old Jack Percival for me five years ago? |
| 32455 | Did he want the bottle corked? |
| 32455 | Did the good God put me here? |
| 32455 | Did the surf beat as fiercely on the rocks? |
| 32455 | Did you ever do it, reader, with one of those pressed glass bottles they make now? |
| 32455 | Do I not know that''Love is the whole''? |
| 32455 | Do n''t you think mother could spare you to spend the winter here? |
| 32455 | Do you know which day that is? |
| 32455 | Do you really say he knew you? |
| 32455 | Do you remember the fable of the Sky- lark, and the fable of the Water- rat?" |
| 32455 | Do you say she did the same to you?" |
| 32455 | Do you think I am such a fool as to forget? |
| 32455 | Faith with a broadaxe, Valor and Hope with a two- handled saw, while Love dug post- holes and set up timbers? |
| 32455 | He knew how to raise oxen, he said; but would Miss Fanny tell him how she brought up boys like Walter?" |
| 32455 | How ever did it get in behind the storm- door outside? |
| 32455 | How would that do?" |
| 32455 | I have caught you, have I? |
| 32455 | I, a woman,--disfranchised by the law? |
| 32455 | If he put me here, will he keep me here? |
| 32455 | Is he a proper man for the office of an ambassador?'' |
| 32455 | Is there any good in my dying? |
| 32455 | Morton looked up at the close drawn shades, which shut out the light, and said,"You did not think of the storm?" |
| 32455 | My head ached with the sunlight, but what of that? |
| 32455 | Now had you rather be named Laura Cutts or Laura Marvel? |
| 32455 | Often and often, when Memminger has said to me, with an oath,"Why this discordancy in our totals?" |
| 32455 | Only every time he said,"Does he still relish the milk?" |
| 32455 | Or was it a less appropriate masque of King James''devising? |
| 32455 | Pat looked at them with admiration, as he had often done, and said again to Bill Floyd,"See there, ai n''t them handsome?" |
| 32455 | Shakespeare in? |
| 32455 | Shall I ever forget who taught us so?" |
| 32455 | Shall she ever see them again in this world? |
| 32455 | She took these treasures out.--You know what they were, do not you? |
| 32455 | She will read them all!--will she ever dare to read them all again? |
| 32455 | Should I risk the clothes- brush again? |
| 32455 | The sleepy boy came; and John said,"Caitiff, is there never a barber in the house?" |
| 32455 | To die in this cold? |
| 32455 | Was he alone? |
| 32455 | Was it Faith, Valor, Hope, and Love, founding a kingdom, perhaps? |
| 32455 | Was it indeed in memory of the Christmas of her own dear home in Circassia? |
| 32455 | Was there companionship in the stars,--or in the good God who held the stars? |
| 32455 | We began with waltzes,--so great is the convenience of travelling with your wives,--where should we have been, had we been all sole alone, four men? |
| 32455 | What do these Papists here? |
| 32455 | What in the world did Lycidas bring distilled water from Montreal for? |
| 32455 | What was that? |
| 32455 | What was this masque? |
| 32455 | What, there is no boy? |
| 32455 | Where is Laura? |
| 32455 | Where was her poor bridegroom now? |
| 32455 | Who was he? |
| 32455 | Who was to trim the lamps? |
| 32455 | Who would have thought the wind would haul back so without a sign of warning? |
| 32455 | Why ask for more? |
| 32455 | Why had he not brought an axe for a fire? |
| 32455 | Why was he all alone? |
| 32455 | Why was he here? |
| 32455 | Will that girl never come? |
| 32455 | Will there never be any news? |
| 32455 | Would not Mr. Dickens make a pretty story of that for you,--''THE FRENCHMAN''S STORY''?" |
| 32455 | Would that Kelt ever come up stairs? |
| 32455 | Would that train never come? |
| 32455 | Yet their two lives, as you shall see, are twisted together, as indeed are all lives, only they do not know it-- as how should they? |
| 32455 | You think that, do not you? |
| 32455 | [ 1] Has the reader a delicate infant? |
| 32455 | and to my old hostess,"Madame, could you bring us a flask_ du vin rouge de Bourgogne_?" |
| 32455 | and when Mrs. Hesperides sent round a box of Fayal oranges, who was Alice to say that the children should not have oranges? |
| 32455 | and,"Grace, why do n''t you say anything? |
| 32455 | and,"Grandmamma, do n''t you think it is too bad?" |
| 32455 | did you ever know anything so mean?" |
| 32455 | do you remember when we were boys together? |
| 32455 | do you remember?" |
| 32455 | est- il possible? |
| 32455 | for in that happy moment were we not all children again? |
| 32455 | how did madame know? |
| 32455 | is it you? |
| 32455 | my dearest, is it you?" |
| 32455 | said Worster, laughing,"or''The silver- headed gentlemen''?" |
| 32455 | then was it that Jem Marvel first stepped out from the stage, and said,"Have n''t you one word for me, Mattie?" |
| 32455 | was not it? |