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id: 19057
title: Red-Robin
author: Abbott, Jane
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  though proud to serve where there was a "curse." Harkness and Mrs. Budge, who had lived at Gray Manor when things were happier, sighed. Now Beryl stared at Robin as though to find in her face a likeness to But this house is so big and so old and Mr. Harkness and Mrs. Budge are so old that I know it''s going to be hard not to think of "Bless the warm little heart of her--defending her own," thought Mrs. Lynch, and Dale, his face softening until it was boyish, smiled and work, Robin''s letter, written a few days after her dinner at Mrs. Lynch''s, fell like a bomb. "I wish I were big!" cried Robin with such passion that Mrs. Lynch, not knowing her train of thought, had a sudden qualm at taking a sensitive little thing like Miss Robin to poor old Granny Castle''s. Robin looked from her guardian''s face to Beryl''s to Harkness''.


id: 20071
title: Sue, A Little Heroine
author: Meade, L. T.
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  "You ask wot wages yer''ll get," said Agnes, poking Connie on the arm. "Now," she said, "yer won''t think ''ard of poor Mammy Warren. "I ha'' come to fetch yer," said Connie. "Well, Ronald," said Mrs. Warren, "and ''ow may yer be, my dear little "Jam''s wery bad for little boys," said Mrs. Warren at this juncture. "I am glad yer''ve come ''ere, Ronald," said Connie. "I''ve a fancy that yer shall wear these ''ere clothes to-day," said Mrs. Warren. "Come in, you poor little things," said Mrs Anderson. "Sue," he said, "does you know as Connie came back last night?" and wot''s yer name, boy?" said Connie, who could Connie looked at Ronald, and then she glanced at Giles and her eyes said "Father," said Connie, "we can''t find Sue anywhere, and Giles is dying, "You don''t think, Sue, do yer," said Connie, "that _us_ could stop


id: 22846
title: The Ground-Ash
author: Mitford, Mary Russell
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  flowers--that sort of love which leads us into the woods for the my little friends Harry and Bessy Leigh. Every year I go to the Everley woods to gather wild lilies of the at the bottom; whilst on the other, the wild open heath formed a sort of and respectful (Bessy dropping her little curtsy, and Harry putting by engaging Harry to hold the horse, and Bessy to help fill the lily restored to us these good little children. children wandering about amongst the firs, like the babes in the wood in formed a dark and massive border nearly round the Moss, our old friends Harry and Bessy Leigh, collecting, as it seemed, the fir cones with proceeded to the wood; Dick accompanying me, carrying my flower-basket, wild-flowers for her wood, and has promised me half-a-guinea for what I "Where have I been?" replied he; "giving little Harry the ground-ashes,


id: 23195
title: Wikkey A Scrap
author: Vaders, Henrietta
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  Lawrence stopped this time and looked curiously at the boy, at the odd, "Poor lad!" Lawrence said again, looking at the thin skeleton frame, And starting upward with wild startled eyes the boy saw Lawrence Granby. "Wikkey, poor little chap, how bad you are," said Lawrence, looking Wikkey''s beseeching eyes rose up before Lawrence, and he stammered out "Wikkey, you mustn''t talk like that!" while the curate laughed and said: how the boy''s eyes were scarcely ever moved from Lawrence''s face. Lawrence went back to Wikkey, and leant his back against the "Wikkey," said Lawrence again, after a silence, "what made you take a "Look here, Wikkey, you said you would "Did He live in London?" Wikkey asked, as Lawrence took up the old Book "I shouldn''t think it would," said Lawrence, looking at his cousin''s So Wikkey passed away, and Lawrence went back to his work, ever


id: 5348
title: Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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  "I aint got no money," said Johnny, looking a little enviously at "Hold on a minute," said Dick, surveying Frank''s boots with a "I shall know where to come for clothes next time," said Frank, "No," said Dick; "I''ve heard it''s a good book, but I never read one. "No," said Dick; "I look a little better than I did in my Washington "It''s the News-boys'' Lodgin'' House, on Fulton Street," said Dick, "Twenty dollars is a good deal of money," said Dick, appearing to "Yes," said Dick, "I aint knocked round the city streets all my life "I know it," said Dick; "but lots of boys does it." "You''ve seen hard times, Dick," said Frank, compassionately. "It''ll look better some time," said Dick. "Frank''s been very kind to me," said Dick, who, rough street-boy as "It must have been he," said Dick, looking towards Fosdick. That''s what I''d like to know," said Dick.


id: 7156
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 3.
author: Twain, Mark
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  Great Seal in commission: choose thou the lords that shall compose it, Lord Hertford flew to Tom, but returned to the King before very long, proclamation, "Way for the high and mighty the Lord Edward, Prince of We left John Canty dragging the rightful prince into Offal Court, with a Presently the Prince found himself in John Canty''s abode, with the door them: then let thy hand be heavy as thou wilt. The mother fell on her knees before the Prince, put her hands upon his Thou''st broke thy mother''s heart." The Prince looked into her face, and said gently-The Prince shook his head and reluctantly said-crowd; he laid his great hand on Canty''s shoulder and said-roughly; "take away thy hand and let me pass." Prince of Wales, I tell thee that," said the waterman, barring the way Thou art the king--thy word is law."


id: 7154
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 1.
author: Twain, Mark
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  where Tom Canty lived which was not far from London Bridge. The house which Tom''s father lived in was up a foul little pocket called Father Andrew also taught Tom a little Latin and how to read and write; desire came in time to haunt him day and night: it was to see a real By-and-by Tom''s reading and dreaming about princely life wrought such a Tom''s meeting with the Prince. Tom''s meeting with the Prince. Poor little Tom in his rags approached and was moving slowly and should have heard them cheer and shout "Long live the Prince of Wales!" A fierce look came into the little prince''s eyes and he cried out-Here the jeering crowd closed round the poor little prince, and hustled The boys stopped their play and flocked about the prince, who said with As night drew to a close that day, the prince found himself far down in


id: 7155
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 2.
author: Twain, Mark
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  Tom Canty, left alone in the prince''s cabinet, made good use of his Presently Tom found himself in a noble apartment of the palace and heard voice, "Come to thy father, child: thou art not well." "Yea: thou art my dread lord the King, whom God preserve!" Talk not so, sweet prince--peace, peace, to thy troubled heart "God requite thy mercy, O my King, and save thee long to bless thy land!" even though thy mind hath suffered hurt, for thou wert ever of a gentle Comfort thee, my prince: trouble not thy poor head with this matter." The Lord St. John was announced, and after making obeisance to Tom, he the Lord Hertford, or my humble self, which are commanded of the King to Meantime Lord St. John was saying in Tom''s ear-"Thou''rt a gentle comforter, sweet lady," said Tom, gratefully, "and my


id: 7162
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 9.
author: Twain, Mark
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  generations of Scottish kings sat on to be crowned, and so it in time awkwardly when the great time comes; for the matter will be new to them, followed by the Lord Protector and other great officials, and these again "Oh, my lord the King, let poor Tom Canty be first to swear fealty to The Lord Protector''s eye fell sternly upon the new-comer''s face; but "Oh, folly, oh, madness, my King!" cried Tom Canty, in a panic, "wait! The King turned to Tom, and said kindly--"My "Speak up, good lad, and fear nothing," said the King. and he said to himself, "The new King is crowned," and straightway fell King raised his head slightly, and Hendon caught a good view of his face. The proud and happy Tom Canty rose and kissed the King''s hand, and was Miles Hendon and Tom Canty were favourites of the King, all through his


id: 7157
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 4.
author: Twain, Mark
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  if pounding thy bones to a pudding can teach thee somewhat, thou''lt not Miles Hendon stepped in the way and said-"Boldly said, and I believe thee, whether thy small headpiece be sound or goose!" said Hendon, barring the way and laying his hand upon his sword thou callest thyself Miles Hendon, if I heard thee aright?" "Thou hast been shamefully abused!" said the little King, with a flashing Poor ruined little head, it shall not lack friend or shelter whilst I "Rise, Sir Miles Hendon, Knight," said the King, gravely--giving the "''Tis done, now, my liege," said Hendon; "I have a bit of business "Explain, thou limb of Satan, or thy time is come!" roared the man of Thou art a good lad, and a deserving; thy distresses shall "''Tis strange how my memory doth wanton with me these days," said Tom. "Whip THEE!" said Tom, astonished out of his presence of mind.


id: 7161
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 8.
author: Twain, Mark
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  The jailer brought in an old man, and said to him-The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then The old servant became very valuable to Hendon and the King; for he "The King is NOT mad, good man--and thou''lt find it to thy advantage to "Marry, a good thought--and thanks for it," said Sir Hugh, his face the lash was applied the poor little King turned away his face and "Kings cannot ennoble thee, thou good, great soul, for One who is higher remembered what old Andrews had said about the young King''s goodness and this world!--the late good King is but three weeks dead and three days in By this time Hendon and the King were hopelessly impartially, the mock King Tom Canty enjoyed quite a different


id: 7158
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 5.
author: Twain, Mark
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  Tom said the words which Hertford put into his mouth from The third day of Tom Canty''s kingship came and went much as the others things of note were appointed for that fourth day, also; but to Tom they "Thou art the King!" solemnly responded the Earl, with a reverence. Tom turned to the Earl of Hertford, and said-"This is no mad king--he hath his wits sound." "What age hath the child?" asked Tom. --thou shalt go out free, with thy child, bearing the King''s pardon, and Go thy way in peace; and if it return to thee at any time, "Thou shalt NOT!--and this day the end of that law is come!" "I AM the King," said Edward, turning toward him, "as thou shalt know to again, I''ll hang thee up myself." Then he said to his Majesty, "Thou BE King, if it please thy mad


id: 7159
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 6.
author: Twain, Mark
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  "Thou''lt not beg!" exclaimed Hugo, eyeing the King with surprise. The King was about to reply contemptuously, when Hugo said, interrupting-"I am not his brother," said the King, interrupting. "Boy, thou art indeed hard of heart, if this is thy brother. the little King feel that all life and activity were far removed from The King waited some time--there was no sound, and moved about with the light, the King made good use of his eyes and took "If thou art truly the King, then I believe thee." The King was cheerful and happy now, and said to himself, "When I am come "A holy hermit!" said the King to himself; "now am I indeed fortunate." --and I SHOULD have been pope, for Heaven had said it--but the King So he went on, for an hour, whilst the poor little King sat and suffered. "Thou art King?"


id: 7160
title: The Prince and the Pauper, Part 7.
author: Twain, Mark
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  time Hugo entertained himself in that way, the King felled him to the THAT upon him, ''tis good-den and God keep thee, King of the Game-Cocks!" to lay his hand upon the King''s shoulder, when Hendon said-The officer led, with the woman and her bundle; Miles and the King Miles Hendon forgot all decorum in his delight; and surprised the King ear--"the pig thou hast purchased for eightpence may cost thee thy neck, As soon as Hendon and the King were out of sight of the constable, his "Welcome to Hendon Hall, my King!" exclaimed Miles. Hugh Hendon," said Miles, sharply. me not for thy brother Miles Hendon?" "Ah, my King," cried Hendon, colouring slightly, "do not thou condemn me "I do not doubt thee," said the King, with a childlike simplicity and The King sat musing a few moments, then looked up and said--


id: 37715
title: Mother-Meg; or, The Story of Dickie''s Attic
author: Shaw, Catharine
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  said, ''Archer,''--you know it was only mother called me Meg at home; at "You look tired, mother," said Meg, drawing forward the arm-chair the "Oh, Miss Hobson," said Meg, coming close to her, "I do want to get like did not feel sorry that she had given up her room to Meg. When Jem came in at dinner-time and went to peep into the red pan, clean "Thank you, Mrs. Seymour," said the woman, taking the child from Meg''s Mrs. Blunt said she would, and Meg went away to her bread. "And that child, Cherry, said as she was praying for a home?" asked Mrs. Seymour presently. Mrs. Seymour said no more, but went into the back room to see if Meg had "Poor little girl," said Mrs. Seymour, stroking Cherry''s head tenderly; "It says, ''Ask, and ye shall _receive_,''" answered Meg. A little before twelve o''clock Mrs. Blunt went down to prepare her


id: 33667
title: Two Prisoners
author: Page, Thomas Nelson
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  lifted it up in her arms, and Molly saw that it was a little dog, a however, Mildred, the little girl that Molly saw with her doll and Mildred played out of doors all day long. Mildred played out of doors all day long. [Illustration: "_MILDRED PLAYED OUT-OF-DOORS ALL DAY LONG_"] Looking out of her little window next day Molly saw her little girl on Mildred had stopped for a moment and was looking at Molly. Mildred asked a great many questions, and Molly told her all she knew Mildred thought Molly did not want any bird--she wanted that one, "Then Molly is unreasonable," said Mildred''s father. "The lady that has the mocking-bird," said Mildred. Mildred and her mammy soon found the rickety house where Molly lived, Mildred gave a little gasp, "Oh!" But Molly did not move a muscle. "Molly," said Mildred, "I wonder if that is not your mocking-bird?" Molly looked a little disappointed.


