. Recollections of Auton House .. . The lamb would baa, and Carla would bark, and T. Auton wouldscamper round the yard playing horse, and switching his im-promptu tail (made out of green lily-stalks, or of his own pocket-handkerchief), while the old rocking-horse grinned, and stared at his three friends with hisglass eye from off the pi-azza. On one of theseparty occasions above al-luded to, the supper-tablewas elaborately set. Thewindow-shutters in thebanqueting hall wereclosed. All things wereready for serving the best china and the cut-glass dishes stood in re-spectable positions
. Recollections of Auton House .. . The lamb would baa, and Carla would bark, and T. Auton wouldscamper round the yard playing horse, and switching his im-promptu tail (made out of green lily-stalks, or of his own pocket-handkerchief), while the old rocking-horse grinned, and stared at his three friends with hisglass eye from off the pi-azza. On one of theseparty occasions above al-luded to, the supper-tablewas elaborately set. Thewindow-shutters in thebanqueting hall wereclosed. All things wereready for serving the best china and the cut-glass dishes stood in re-spectable positions amidstthe family silver. Rosannah the cook had carefully brought in thejoggling jelly and the blubbering floating island. Our mother. THE MIDDLE CHAMBER. 59 had surveyed tho scene and pronounced it one of her very best set tables, when, Baa ! baa! and in rushed the lamb, leaped onthe table, galloped around among the soft custards, and the pre-served ginger, poked his nose intothe jelly, paused to browse on thechicken-salad, and sniffed at the hearts and rounds. Then hestooped and baad again, as if tosay : There is some mistake Evidently this is not thetable-land for me to nibble. Allthis time Mother Auton and blackRosannah stood aghast. The oldcook opened her eyes and hardlydared to breathe, while Mother Autonshut hers, and hardly dared to stopbreathing; each expecting to hear thefatal crash, for should that Nankinbowl, brought from China in 1812, bebroken, or that great cut-glass dishwhich Aunt Cutler had given toGrandmother Dunn, be shattered by that horrid sheep, theynever could be replaced. Meanwhile the precious lamb pickedhis way among wine-glasses and English walnuts, and beat a hastyretreat witho
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