. St. Nicholas [serial] . ad sounded oftenerthan usual. His rosy face had bent saucily to kissCoras upturned forehead, as she raised her arms tolift him from the tree; but the sparkle in his darkeyes had seemed to kindle so much mischief in himthat his sisters patience became fairly exhausted. Has Cor nothing to do but to wait upon youshe cried, and nothing to listen to but your noiseand your racket? You shall go to bed early to-day, and then I shall have some peace. per. This made him cry all the more, and Cora,feeling in her angry mood that he deserved severepunishment, threw away his supper
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ad sounded oftenerthan usual. His rosy face had bent saucily to kissCoras upturned forehead, as she raised her arms tolift him from the tree; but the sparkle in his darkeyes had seemed to kindle so much mischief in himthat his sisters patience became fairly exhausted. Has Cor nothing to do but to wait upon youshe cried, and nothing to listen to but your noiseand your racket? You shall go to bed early to-day, and then I shall have some peace. per. This made him cry all the more, and Cora,feeling in her angry mood that he deserved severepunishment, threw away his supper and put himto bed. Then all that could be heard were Rukyslow sobs and the snappish clicks of Coras needles,as she sat knitting, with her back to him. He could not sleep, for his eyelids were scaldedwith tears, and his plaintive Cor, Cor ! hadreached his sisters ears in vain. She never oncelooked up from those gleaming knitting-needles,nor even gave him his good-night kiss. It grew late. The uncle did not return. At last. CORA AND RUKY. No, no, Cor. Please let Ruky wait till thestars come. Ruky wants to see the stars. Hush ! Ruky is bad. He shall have a whip-ping when Uncle comes back from town. Nep growled. Ha! ha! laughed Ruky, jerking his headsaucily from side to side ; Nep says No ! Nep was shut out of the cottage for his pains, andpoor Ruky was undressed, with many a hasty jerkand pull. You hurt, Cor! he said, plaintively. I mgoing to take off my shoes my own self. No, you re not, cried Cor, almost shakinghim; and when he cried she called him naughty,and said if he did not stop he should have no sup-VOL. VIII.—4. Cora, sulky and weary, locked the cottage door,blew out her candle, and lay down beside herbrother. The poor little fellow tried to win a forgivingword, but she was too ill-natured to grant it. Invain he whispered Cor,—Cor ! He even touchedher hand over and over again with his lips, hopingshe would turn toward him, and, with a loving kiss,murmur as usual, Goo
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