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id: 29594
title: Red, White, Blue Socks. Part Second Being the Second Book of the Series
author: Barrow, Sarah L.
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  returned with a comical-looking little old man, dressed in faded what Jerry did, was to slap his right hand against his left, like a their places in the ranks, Freddy calling out, "Come fellows, let''s try "Thank you, Jerry," said George, laughing, "we shall not forget our your sarvent," and Jerry touched his cap to Colonel Freddy and marched Freddy, as I said, was as sweet-tempered a little fellow as ever lived; There lay Colonel Freddy, his face white as death; one little hand The boys took a long breath when Jerry had finished his story, and more to the young soldiers, and marched off hastily, while the boys looked "But I''m sure father won''t let us have any powder," said Peter help at present;" and Mr. Schermerhorn left the camp; while the boys, "You know soldiers take themselves away houses and all," said George; old Jerry grasped Freddy''s hand with an affectionate "Good-by, my little


id: 29593
title: Red, White, Blue Socks, Part First Being the First Book
author: Barrow, Sarah L.
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  "Helen, do _you_ know better than _God_?" asked her mother, speaking "I will, mamma," said Helen, in a low, earnest tone, her blue eyes "No, mamma," said Helen, "in George''s sock." Helen had a pretty little room opening out of her mother''s, but George''s ''Colonel Freddy; or, the March and Encampment of the Dashahed Zouaves.''" battle of Bull Run, Freddy Jourdain burst open the door of his mother''s "Well, then," cried Freddy, with sparkling eyes, "the boys at our school subject of Zouave hair dressing, and as George began to be a little Freddy''s eye fell on the mirror, and a new idea came into his head. "But come, Peter," said Mr. Jourdain, "I should like to hear something "Goodness, Peter!" exclaimed Freddy, "I hope it''s not very far to your and away scampered the boys to look at the guns, while Colonel Freddy,


id: 17168
title: The Queen of the Pirate Isle
author: Harte, Bret
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  An hour after luncheon, one day, Polly, Hickory Hunt, her cousin, and Wan Lee instantly became _Pirates_, and at once elected Polly as round blue eyes of the plump Polly had gazed with royal and maternal Melican boy no Pilat!" said the little Patsey was off like a shot; his bare little red feet trembling under Wan Lee suddenly began to blink his eyes with unwonted excitement. "Its orful far off!" said Patsey, with a sudden look of dark boys," said one of the tunnel men as he went back to dinner. Hickory began to whimper, Patsey drew back, Polly alone stood her "See," said Wan Lee, "Evil Spillet be likee Chinee, try talkee him." The Pirates looked at Wan Lee not without a certain envy of this "O, thank you very much," said Polly, timidly, but drawing her stops, "we''re not always pirates, you know, and Wan Lee is only our


id: 16731
title: The Garden of the Plynck
author: Baker, Karle Wilson
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  know, my dear," she said, turning to Sara, "that no Snimmy can endure Sara sat looking down the path, then at the dimples in her hand. Sara was left looking at a middle-aged fairy-gentleman with a little Now, however, she remembered Sara, and asked, "Would you like to look "But there isn''t any bottom," said Sara, lifting eyes like black Sara, remembering Pirlaps and his white trousers, looked so eager and "To be sure he has," said Avrillia, looking a little amused. And when Avrillia saw Sara she came toward her with the loveliest look "I thought so," said Avrillia, with relief, "but Sara seemed to think "Never mind, Avrillia," said Pirlaps, soothingly, and Sara noticed "Oh, that''s lovely," said Avrillia, looking at Pirlaps gratefully out "Why, certainly, Sara," said Pirlaps, looking down at her with his "Now for the waffles, Sara," said Pirlaps; and Avrillia stooped and


id: 30974
title: Jimbo: A Fantasy
author: Blackwood, Algernon
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  kissed them a little later and said good-night, he gave orders, with a Jimbo began to look a little troubled, as his father watched Jimbo loved these early hours of the night before sleep came. Wakeful ears in the night-nursery had heard strange sounds coming from eldest, said in a stiff little voice: "It''s the Empty House, Miss Lake. escape in time you can be an ordinary, happy little boy in the world "Your number is 102," said a voice that sounded like the rushing of a Jimbo answered "All right" in a rather feeble little voice, and went on time to look more closely, for something in Miss Lake''s voice made him Jimbo asked nothing more for some time; he turned to the bed where he "Come on, Jimbo, boy!" cried the governess at length. "Come down, Jimbo," said the governess, "and we''ll lie in the trees and


id: 26430
title: Essay on the Creative Imagination
author: Ribot, Th. (Théodule)
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  numerical imagination; its nature; two principal forms, Origin of this form of imagination--its mental mechanism and its elements.--The higher form--mechanical imagination.--Man creative imagination, in order to understand its nature in so far as 1. _All forms of the creative imagination imply elements of feeling._ forms; transformed into subjective imagination it becomes in the human working of the creative imagination--that is, a subjective principle The form of abstract imagination requisite for invention in the sciences case with truly imaginative beings, in whom inventive power long remains The expression "creative imagination," like all general terms, is an This form of the creative imagination, coming especially 2. Another form of plastic imagination uses words as means for evoking I hold that there exists also a form of the creative imagination that this state of mind requires and permits be imaginative in nature forms that are the working material of the mystic imagination.


id: 26322
title: Peterkin
author: Molesworth, Mrs.
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  unluckily Peterkin did not like being kissed, except by mamma and Elf. His politeness, however, stood him in good stead. ''I don''t yet understand how old Mrs. Wylie got mixed up in it all,'' said told over for the third or fourth time, of the parrot, and old Mrs. Wylie meeting Pete as she came in, and his thinking he''d only been there for the old lady has never heard exactly what the little girl said. ''I think she''s got some plan in her head,'' said Peterkin, eagerly, ''for had a kind of idea that Mrs. Wylie had said something about the little ''But Mrs. Wylie _has_ seen her,'' said Peterkin, ''and _she_ hasn''t turned knew that Mrs. Wylie was in London, because mamma said something one day ''Oh,'' said Margaret, ''do you know Mrs. Wylie? ''Put it on again,'' said Margaret, in her little queer way, meaning his


id: 32726
title: Death of a B.E.M.
author: Livingston, Berkeley
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  Hiah-Leugh was having his eyeballs massaged. The four-headed slave, one of the giants Hiah-Leugh''s tribe had eight eyeballs of Hiah-Leugh at one and the same time. for the massage the giants of the planet would all live in peace. regret of Hiah-Leugh that the giants did not have eight arms. "I think there''s a picnic scheduled for today, dear," Hiah-Leugh said. child," Hiah-Leugh said. "Y''know, Hiah," she said as she uncrossed her eyes, "I have an for a five-headed giant, despite Hiah-Leugh''s insistence there were no "The situation is this," Hiah-Leugh said in opening the meeting, "we which Zmilch labored stood the drawing board of Jack Gangreneyellow, _imagine_ a monster, have a man and woman placed in peril by the At the other''s words, Zmilch turned all the way, got up from men realized, the most terrible _things_ they had ever imagined. "Ohh, you nasty humans," Hiah-Leugh said.


id: 42961
title: The House With Sixty Closets: A Christmas Story for Young Folks and Old Children
author: Child, Frank Samuel
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  CLOSETS, RUTH, AND THE "LITTLE JUDGE" 113 ONCE upon a time there lived a good Judge in an old New England town. Judge," in honor of the good man who gave the house to the church for "Dear little boy," said the Judge affectionately, as he looked down into "I think I would like to look around a little," replied the lady. "I think you had better rest, my dear," said the Judge; "we''ll step in All this time the Judge, his wife, Ruth, and the baby sat composedly "I think it will do them good to have a little frolic," said the Judge. "But you wouldn''t let your children play like that," said Ruth. "I think we had better put the baby in the first closet," said Ruth. "Don''t you think it''s time to call the children?" said Ruth. Ruth didn''t like to go into the Judge''s old study, but that was where


