. St. Nicholas [serial]. lastfarewell as she passedthrough the outer gatedid he turn back intohis somber castle, mut-tering to himself: I would I had alittle maid like that!As he threw his capupon a table, his eyefell upon the fadedblossoms of the broomthat Babette had stuckthere. I will keep my promise to her and wearit, he said; not alone at the tourney, but al-ways. It shall be my crest. What care I for therose of misty England! Henceforth my houseshall be known as the house of Plantagenet,after Planta genesta, the golden blossom of myown sunny Anjou ! DINNER COUNT GEOFFREY LED THE PRATTLIN
. St. Nicholas [serial]. lastfarewell as she passedthrough the outer gatedid he turn back intohis somber castle, mut-tering to himself: I would I had alittle maid like that!As he threw his capupon a table, his eyefell upon the fadedblossoms of the broomthat Babette had stuckthere. I will keep my promise to her and wearit, he said; not alone at the tourney, but al-ways. It shall be my crest. What care I for therose of misty England! Henceforth my houseshall be known as the house of Plantagenet,after Planta genesta, the golden blossom of myown sunny Anjou ! DINNER COUNT GEOFFREY LED THE PRATTLING CHILDALL THROUGH THE CASTLE. TIT FOR TAT. By Annie Willis McCullough. I like the merry winter-time, with jolly ice and snow; I like to pelt the little girls with snowballs as they go; I like to see them dodge and run, and hear them squeal in dread; I like to push them into drifts and scrub their faces red. But say, this is nt nice a bit! I ve had about winter is no fun at all when girls will play so rough !. 261 JACK AN ME. By Albert Bigelow Paine. That s Jack out there with the carriage!Jack s my papa! I call him Jack because my mama used tocall him that, an she used to laugh when Icalled him that, too. Miss Isabel says I may call him PapaJack, if I want to. Mama s dead. She was sick ev-er so long,an Jack an me took care of her. Jack did nt work while mama was had to stay at home an help me take careof mama. Then, when mama died an wentto heaven, Jack said he did nt have any work,an must go an find some. Jack cried when mama went away, an sodid I. Course Jack could nt leave me at homealone, so he put on my little plaid overcoat ancap that mama made me, an then I took hishand, an we walked cv-er so far. We wentinto ever so many places, too, an everybodysaid no when Jack talked to them, an someof them were cross. When they was nt, Jackan me stayed a little while to get warm. I got hungry by an by, an Jack boughtme a nice sausage an a roll of a man, an I atei
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