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Sue! Sue! Where are you? called a lady, as she stood in the opening of a tent which was under the trees in the big woods. "Where are you, Sue? And where is Bunny?" For a moment no answers came to the call. But presently, from behind a clump of bushes

With a joyful laugh, her curls dancing about her head, while her brown eyes sparkled with fun, a little girl danced through the hall and into the dining room where her brother was eating a rather late breakfast of buckwheat cakes and syrup. "Oh, Bunny

Bunny! Bunny Brown! There's a wagon stoppin' in front of our house! "Is there? What kind of a wagon is it, Sue?" The little girl, who had called to her brother about the wagon, stood with her nose pressed flat against the glass of the window, look

Hello, hello! Oh, what is the matter with central! The dark-haired, pink-cheeked girl at the telephone jiggled the receiver impatiently while a straight line of impatience marred her pretty mouth. "Oh dear, oh dear!" "At last! Is that you, Mol

Grandpa, where are you going now? asked Bunny Brown. "And what are you going to do?" asked Bunny Brown's sister Sue. Grandpa Brown, who was walking down the path at the side of the farmhouse, with a basket on his arm, stood and looked at the two c

Three girls were strolling down the street, and, as on the occasion when the three fishermen once sailed out to sea, the sun was going down. The golden rays, slanting in from over the western hills that stood back of the little town of Deepdale, struck fu

All ready now! In position, everyone! Half a score of actors and actresses moved quickly to their appointed places, while overhead, and at the sides of them hissed powerful electric lights, and in front of them stood a moving picture camera, ready to

Why, Grace, what in the world is the matter? You've been crying! "Yes, I have, Betty. But don't mind me. It's all so sudden. Come in. I shall be all right presently. Don't mind!" Grace Ford tried to repress her emotion, but the cause of her tears

Well, at last a breathing period, Ruth. Oh, I am surely tired! and the girl threw herself on the couch, without stopping to remove her light jacket and hat. Her head sank wearily on a cushion. "Oh, Alice! Be careful! Look out!" exclaimed the other occ

Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing? Come on, let's have a two-step! I'll whistle! "Alice! How can you be so - so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rath

How could William get the croup that way? Violet asked with much emphasis. Of course, Vi was always asking questions - so many questions, indeed, that it was often impossible for her elders to answer them all, and certainly Rose and Russ Bunker, who

How could William get the croup that way? Violet asked with much emphasis. Of course, Vi was always asking questions - so many questions, indeed, that it was often impossible for her elders to answer them all, and certainly Rose and Russ Bunker, who

Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing? Come on, let's have a two-step! I'll whistle! "Alice! How can you be so - so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rath

They were playing on the lawn of Aunt Jo's house - the little Bunkers, six of them. You could count them, if you wanted to, but it was rather hard work, as they ran about so - like chickens, Mrs. Bunker was wont to say - that it was hard to keep track of them. So you might take my word for it, now, that there were six of them, and count them afterward, if you care to. "Come on!" cried the eldest Bunker - Russ, who was eight years old. "Come on...

The Nodding Donkey dated his birth from the day he received the beautiful coat of varnish in the workshop of Santa Claus at the North Pole. Before that he was just some pieces of wood, glued together. His head was not glued on, however, but was fastened in such a manner that with the least motion the Donkey could nod it up and down, and also sidewise. It is not every wooden donkey who is able to nod his head in as many ways as could the Donkey...

The Nodding Donkey dated his birth from the day he received the beautiful coat of varnish in the workshop of Santa Claus at the North Pole. Before that he was just some pieces of wood, glued together. His head was not glued on, however, but was fastened in such a manner that with the least motion the Donkey could nod it up and down, and also sidewise. It is not every wooden donkey who is able to nod his head in as many ways as could the Donkey...

They were playing on the lawn of Aunt Jo's house - the little Bunkers, six of them. You could count them, if you wanted to, but it was rather hard work, as they ran about so - like chickens, Mrs. Bunker was wont to say - that it was hard to keep track of them. So you might take my word for it, now, that there were six of them, and count them afterward, if you care to. "Come on!" cried the eldest Bunker - Russ, who was eight years old. "Come on...

This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan Bobbsey, as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat. She and her brother had been running around the house, playing a new game, and Nan was warm. "Yes, it's fun all right, " agreed Bert. "But I liked the deep, blue sea better - or even Blueberry Island, " and off came his hat to cool his flushed fac...

Will Snap pull us, do you think, Freddie?" asked little Flossie Bobbsey, as she anxiously looked at her small brother, who was fastening a big, shaggy dog to his sled by means of a home-made harness. "Do you think he'll give us a good ride?" "Sure he will, Flossie, " answered Freddie with an air of wisdom. "I explained it all to him, and I've tried him a little bit. He pulled fine, and you won't be much heavier. I'll have the harness all fixed...

Come on, let's make a snow man!" cried Bert Bobbsey, as he ran about in the white drifts of snow that were piled high in the yard in front of the house. "That'll be lots of fun!" chimed in Freddie Bobbsey, who was Bert's small brother. "We can make a man, and then throw snowballs at him, and he won't care a bit, will he, Bert?" "No, I guess a snow man doesn't care how many times you hit him with snowballs, " laughed the older boy, as he tried ...