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Acton added Frank answered Jack arms asked Jill basket began better Bird Room blue boat Bobby Shafto boys brother cheerful Christmas Christmas Day color comfort cried Jill dear delight enjoy eyes face father feeling fellow felt flowers Frank gave girls give glad Go-bangs Grif guess hair hand happy hard head hear heart hope Jack and Jill Jack marched Jack's Jill's keep knew lads lady laughed leave legs looked Mamma Merry Merry's mind Minot Miss Bat Molly Loo Molly's mother never nice Pecq play pleasant poor poor Jack pretty pretty things Ralph Ralph Evans ready round seemed sing smile soon sort stood sure sweet talk tell things thought tired told took voice watching word young zither
Page 142 - Welcome, mighty chief, once more, Welcome to this grateful shore: Now no mercenary foe Aims again the fatal blow, Aims at thee the fatal blow. Virgins fair, and matrons grave, These thy conquering arm did save, Build for thee triumphal bowers; Strew, ye fair, his way with flowers, Strew your Hero's way with flowers.
Page 226 - A LITTLE bird I am, Shut from the fields of air ; And in my cage I sit, and sing To Him who placed me there ; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleases thee.
Page 1 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 29 - Hope you are pretty comfortable in your 'dungeon cell.' Would you tike a serenade when the moon comes? Hope you will soon be up again, for we miss you very much. Shall be very happy to help in any way I can. Love to your mother. Your true friend, ED" "Miss PECQ. " Dear Madam : I am happy to tell you that we are all well, and hope you are the same. I gave Jem Cox a licking because he went to your desk. You had better send for your books. You wont have to pay for the sled or the fence. Jack says he...
Page 262 - God forgetteth thee. Far more precious surely than the birds that fly Is a Father's image to a Father's eye. E'en thy hairs are numbered; trust Him full and free, Cast thy cares before Him, He will comfort thee; For the God that planted in thy breast a soul, On his sacred tables doth thy name enroll. Cheer thine heart, then, mortal, never faithless be, He that marks the sparrows will remember thee.
Page 49 - The look and tone with which the last words were uttered effectually turned Jack's thoughts from the great secret, and started another small one, for he fell to planning what he would buy with his pocket-money to surprise the little Pats and Biddies who were to have no Christmas tree. CHAPTER VI. SURPRISES. "Is it pleasant?
Page 81 - So do I ; and I mean to believe that you will not. Meantime, we can try to make the waiting as useful and pleasant as possible. This painful little back will be a sort of conscience to remind you of what you ought to do and leave undone, and so you can be learning obedience. Then, when the body is strong, it will have formed a good habit to make duty easier ; and my Lucinda can be a sweet example, even while lying here, if she chooses.
Page 80 - ... permanent' impression on your mind and memory," answered Mrs. Minot, glad to see her natural gayety coming back, and hoping that she had forgotten the contents of the unfortunate letter. But she had not ; and presently, when the sad affair had been talked over and forgiven, Jill asked, slowly, as she tried to put on a brave look : " Please tell me about Lucinda Snow. If I am to be like her, I might as well know how she managed to bear it so long." " I "m sorry you ever heard of her, and yet perhaps...
Page 88 - JACK AND JILL [MARCH, of the light, and when Merry threw open the door proudly thinking to display her success, she was horrified to find the room in a blaze, and half her labor all in vain. The conflagration was over in a minute, however, for the boys tore down the muslin and stamped out the fire with much laughter, while Mrs. Grant bewailed the damage to her carpet, and poor Merry took refuge in her father's arms, refusing to be comforted in spite of his kind commendation of