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id: 21729
type: MONEY
entity:
  the tens of thousands more to follow; because of the innumerable voices added to the celestial choir


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id: 29295
title: Great Uncle Hoot-Toot
author: Molesworth, Mrs.
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  "That''s Geoff, I''m sure," said Elsa; "I always know his ring. "Elsa," said Frances, "I think you are rather hard upon Geoff. "I think mamma had better go to bed almost at once," said Elsa, "What are you talking about, Geoff?" said Elsa''s voice in the doorway. "But have you got sense enough, Geoff?" said Frances, gently. "Then you haven''t any wants at present, I should think, Geoff," said "Geoff," said Elsa, putting great control on herself so as to speak very "And why should I be angry with Geoff?" said the old gentleman, his eyes Geoff is a good boy in big things, and mamma thinks it is owing to her "Good little girl," said Great-Uncle Hoot-Toot, nodding his head "Great-uncle," she said, "I don''t want to make silly excuses for Geoff, "Geoff," said Elsa, "you shall not." there I''ll look up your place and find you your train," said Geoff,


id: 21729
title: Dusty Diamonds Cut and Polished: A Tale of City Arab Life and Adventure
author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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summary:
  "Be so good as to call a cab," said Sir Richard in a general way to any "Come, explain, old woman," said Ned, again laying his hand on the "You know quite well, Sam, that you don''t mean that," said Mrs Twitter, "The fact is, Mrs Frog," said Giles Scott, coming to the rescue, "Sir you know, and your means of--by the way, where is baby?" he said looking "Oh, of course I don''t mean cryin'' out like a baby," said Hetty, looking "Now you won''t tell, Hetty?" said the boy with a look of real anxiety on good-natured man, and rather liked a little quiet chaff with street-boys "Hold her, Sir Richard," said Welland, handing the struggling Mrs Frog "I like the looks of that little fellow," said another, pointing to Bob "Come in, and welcome, _do_," said Mrs Twitter to Sir Richard, whose Come in," said Mrs Twitter, looking about


id: 4760
title: Tillie, a Mennonite Maid; a Story of the Pennsylvania Dutch
author: Martin, Helen Reimensnyder
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  Miss Margaret always made Tillie feel that she LIKED her. "Please, Miss Margaret," said the child, "pop says to ast you will you Miss Margaret was just calling for Absalom''s synonyms when Tillie plaintively reported by Mrs. Getz to Tillie''s father, who, without Before Miss Margaret had come to New Canaan, Tillie had done her For the first time in all her school-days, Tillie went next morning kitchen porch, "you go out and tell pop Tillie she''s got sick fur me, "No, you can''t go to school to-morrow, Tillie," her father said, "even "I didn''t know she was so much fur Teacher," said Mr. Getz. off of me fur little Tillie Getz. goin'' fur me than gettin'' ahead of that mean old Jake Getz!" Tillie "Well, to be sure," granted Mrs. Getz, "I''d like keepin'' Tillie home to "But Sally ain''t as handy as what Tillie is," said Mrs. Getz,


id: 10930
title: The Buccaneer Farmer Published in England under the Title "Askew''s Victory"
author: Bindloss, Harold
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summary:
  "We had better try the fells, Tom," said Kit. The shepherd looked at the threatening sky and fading line of got louder and Kit knew the dogs were running round the stopping sheep. Kit a quick look as she said, "If one wanted, I think one could jump on." Kit knew Osborn would not like it, and since the dales folk are fond of the hedge and they went on again Grace looked at Kit. He had not got his got stronger as Osborn went up the road, and Kit was sorry he had given back, and Grace turned sharply to Kit. Her look was strained, but he got you meant," Osborn said to Kit with a sneer, and then turned to Peter. He got up and when he went down the long arcade Adam looked at Kit by Osborn returned and said Grace was coming, and Kit found the


id: 9193
title: The Angel of Lonesome Hill; A Story of a President
author: Landis, Frederick
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summary:
  John Dale stumbled into the room, his arms full of wood, and an old dog, Dale as Judge Long opened the door of his old-fashioned stone house in Dale told his story excitedly, and at the conclusion Judge Long slowly "But we will win now!" The old man''s hand fell with decision. Long stood at bay, his hand on the door, his face glowing with animation. see the President--give him this letter--it''s from Judge Sylvester Long, A smile came over Dale''s white face. Not that he was to lunch with the President, though Dale''s The old man struggled back in his chair, then arose, his rough hand "One night, a month ago, my woman--she''s a great woman, Mr. President--the sick folks down in my country call her ''The Angel of President shook the old man''s hand. "Come again, Mr. Dale, and tell ''Ves'' Long I''ll go hunting with him


id: 7326
title: The Yeoman Adventurer
author: Gough, George W.
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summary:
  "He talked like the modest gentleman he is," said my mother, "and looked "Big-headed man, with a mouth slit up to his left ear?" said I, seizing "Have no fear, Mistress Margaret," said I cheerfully, sweeping my hand "Like Master Wheatman, sir, you are too good to a poor girl." She said it Master Freake said nothing, but his eyes were troubled, and I knew there "A man''s sister isn''t a woman," said I, and went ahead and pushed open "Well, Margaret and Oliver," said Master Freake, "this is no time to be "Looks like it, and the security into the bargain!" said Master Freake "My lord," said Master Freake, "there is a man of mine, one Dot Gibson, "For myself, sir," said the Colonel, snuff-box open in hand, for he had "I bring you an old friend, Margaret," said Master Freake, for whom, as I


id: 32026
title: The World That Couldn''t Be
author: Simak, Clifford D.
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summary:
  _Like every farmer on every planet, Duncan had to hunt down "I do," Duncan said, speaking now in the native language. "If we do not hunt the Cytha, we lose all this," Duncan pointed out. Gavin Duncan, planter, he said to himself, and liked the sound of it. Duncan said to Sipar: "Quit sniveling and come on." Duncan got his first shot late in the afternoon of that first day. With the beast gone, Duncan looked around for Sipar. The native crouched and as Duncan went past it, he saw that a look of The native held one hand cupped and Duncan poured a little mound into "That''s what I thought, too," said Duncan. Circling, Duncan picked up the Cytha trail not more than a hundred "Now," said Duncan, "if you''ll push on the tree, I think that between The Cytha stood silently and Duncan watched it for a moment.


id: 38343
title: Harding of Allenwood
author: Bindloss, Harold
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summary:
  "It will break the careless," Harding said, "but dollar wheat will come. A week after his meeting with Beatrice Mowbray, Harding went out one From all that Harding had learned of Colonel Mowbray, he felt that this "Beatrice Mowbray," Mrs. Broadwood said; "the best of them all at "A man introduced me," Lance said awkwardly; and Harding again suspected "Colonel Mowbray founded the settlement," Beatrice said, "and it has "Miss Harding won''t trouble herself about Lance," he said. Harding turned quickly; and Beatrice saw his eyes light up. Colonel Mowbray''s way," Harding said. "It''s Harding," said Beatrice. While Harding was looking for Hester, Mrs. Mowbray came up to him. Looking up, Mowbray saw Harding coming down the trail, and the loaded "It''s hard to refuse the only big thing you have ever asked," she said "Craig," she said, "do you want Beatrice Mowbray?" "You''re tired; I''m afraid you have been working too hard," Beatrice said


id: 32810
title: The Soldier Turned Farmer
author: Anonymous
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  PORTLAND: BAILEY & NOYES. This Globe you see is almost round, as the earth on which you live, and like the stars that shine above you every night. A Barrel of cider that the farmer has brought us from the country. lives with all his little boys. This Sheep is one of the flock, who is going home because he has eaten Little boys and girls must not have tea, This Cow belongs to the farmer whose history I am now going to tell you, _Story of the Boy who would be a Soldier._ Well, after a little time he had to go to a great distance from home, round hat, and went to be a farmer, and he soon bought him a bay horse, I think it much better for him to be a farmer, and to keeps pigs, and sheep, and cows, and horses, than to be shooting men with his black


id: 34484
title: Waihoura, the Maori Girl
author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
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  Miss Lucy, let''s run away--the savage is coming, and I don''t know the young girl," said Lucy, holding her ground, though she felt a little better," said Lucy, taking the young girl''s hand, which felt hot and "We wish you to stop here and let us nurse you," said Lucy, trying still "There is her father," said Lucy, pointing to the chief, "perhaps you returned, and taking Lucy''s hand, placed it in that of Waihoura, as if "I am not quite happy about her, Miss Lucy," said Mrs Greening, when Lucy sat watching the sick girl, while Mrs Greening and Betsy made Lucy, employing a homely way of speaking such as her Maori friend was "Maori girl wish always live with Lucy--never, never part," said "Maori girl meet Lucy in heaven?" said Waihoura, in a tone which showed Waihoura thought for some time, and then asked Lucy again to explain her


id: 51662
title: Breakdown
author: Kastle, Herbert D.
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  Edna begged him to see the doctor living in that new house And sometimes--like right now, lying in bed beside Edna, watching Sure, he got paid for letting the fields Harry nodded and said uh-huh and used his mouth for chewing. door and Harry walked away. to the right, and pulled the rope so Plum went that way. Much later, he got up and went to the fence and climbed it. The officer holding Harry''s arm said, "Pete." "Take the horse back to his farm," the officer holding Harry said. opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. "He sure must like horses," he said. Harry noticed that the new house was big. When they came inside, he knew it wasn''t like any house he''d ever seen The old man walked across the room and examined what looked like the "I don''t understand," Harry said. Harry went home.


id: 41966
title: Tales of a Poultry Farm
author: Pierson, Clara Dillingham
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summary:
  said an old Hen, who had seen much of the ways of poultry-yards. "No," said the Brown Hen, firmly, "it is too far past the time when I "It is not much like our other home," said the Man, as he set the Baby Plymouth Rock Hen could not help looking at the Shanghai Cock. The Little Girls and their mother stood beside the Man as he looked at It was a long time before the friendly Barred Plymouth Rock Hen knew the Man. The White Cock and the Brown Hen had never been known really "What?" said the Barred Plymouth Rock Hen, "put me in one pen and my "I think," said the Shanghai Cock, "that if a fowl is good, the more "It is a good one," said the Barred Plymouth Rock Hen, "but I do not "We had no real mother then," said the White Plymouth Rock Hen.


id: 41708
title: Jack the Hunchback: A Story of Adventure on the Coast of Maine
author: Otis, James
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  place where Aunt Nancy told Jack she spent the pleasant summer evenings. Jack pulled harder the second time, and then, as Aunt Nancy screamed "I ought to have known a boy couldn''t milk," Aunt Nancy said impatiently Then Aunt Nancy and Louis returned to the house while Jack drove the "I''ll go an'' see what Aunt Nancy thinks about it," Jack replied, not Short a time as Jack had known Aunt Nancy, he was reasonably well "But you''ll be killed, Jack dear"; and poor old Aunt Nancy clung to the As has been said, Jack did not think the little woman did any great seen Farmer Pratt," Jack said in a low tone; and as Aunt Nancy started "I''ve said many times I didn''t know how Aunt Nancy would get along if it "No; but Aunt Nancy said you were to go away now," Jack persisted, and


