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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: 157
title: Daddy-Long-Legs
author: Webster, Jean
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  world, like a huge, wavering daddy-long-legs. I meant to write a long letter and tell you all the things I''m learning (Mrs. Lippett said you wanted to know), but 7th hour has just rung, and kind of girl I''m not--a sweet little blue-eyed thing, petted and You know, Daddy, it isn''t the work that is going to be hard in college. Julia said she''d had a good time, but Sallie stayed to Daddy-Long-Legs, Esq. DEAR SIR: I am in receipt of a letter from Mrs. Lippett. Christmas present this year is from Daddy-Long-Legs; my family just You know, Daddy, I think that the most necessary quality for any person I know that I was to write nice, long, detailed letters without ever I''ll write a nicer letter in a few days and tell you all the farm news. It''s awfully funny to think of that great big, long-legged man (he''s


id: 6569
title: Bessie Bradford''s Prize
author: Mathews, Joanna H. (Joanna Hooe)
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  "I know that Colonel Rush''s house was on fire, and that Miss Lena was "I''m sure, Miss Maggie," said Mrs. Richards, "that I am truly glad to Poor, dear little Lena!" said Russell, who was the "Dear, dear, child!" said the old nurse, as she saw that Lena''s hand Lena ventured to open the letter, knowing that Hannah, at least, was Drawing Percy aside again, he said that Seabrooke''s letter to the "Lena, dear," said Bessie, "is your brother Russell worse?" "Oh, papa," said Bessie again, "you know you sent me what I asked you "I was thinking," said Lena, with a little hesitation, very different "Maggie and Bessie, you are not just going, are you?" said Mrs. Rush. "My niece, Lena Neville, Miss Trevor," said Mrs. Rush. So nothing more was said till Percy should come, and Lena, seeing "No, they don''t know about that," said Percy, "only they think I


id: 41581
title: Amazing Grace, Who Proves That Virtue Has Its Silver Lining
author: Sharber, Kate Trimble
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  a living woman this mouth and chin are like Uncle Lancelot!--Think of "They''re not going to affect her future," mother said, but a little want to know--from the color of the bride''s going-away gown to the "Then, what is it?" he asked gravely, and mother looked on as eagerly thought--and I''ve had so little time since morning to get away by "Do you think for a moment that you look like an artist? I turned away, looking at the room''s furnishings with a feeling of I wrenched my eyes away from his--then looked quickly for Guilford. "I was coming to look for you--to say good-by," he said. "I''m not even a woman--I''m a child to let a little thing like this "Indeed?" said the mother, looking over my clothes with a questioning Mrs. Montgomery was looking at us all in turn, in some little


id: 51530
title: The Last Letter
author: Leiber, Fritz
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  Black Sorter gulped down ten thousand pieces of first-class mail. a rather wooden-looking man named Krumbine, also bald, recognized "Sit down, Potshelter," the SBI Man said. "Krumbine, a letter turned up in the first-class mail this morning." Take another tranquilizer, Potshelter, and hand over the tray." Krumbine received it with trembling fingers, started to pick up a big You know, letters, characters--like books." "No, no, Krumbine." Potshelter nervously popped a square orange tablet "No code," Potshelter said darkly, proferring the envelope. advertisement--Boy Next Door or--that kind of thing--printed to look Then his gaze fell on the hand-addressed envelope on Krumbine''s desk "Great Scott, boy, where was Your Girl Next Door?" Potshelter, a faraway look in his eyes, said softly, "I think I''m But Krumbine thundered on at Richard Rowe with, "Good Lord, I can see boy, why did you--er--written this letter to this particular girl? "Well, I don''t know--" Krumbine began.


