Connor Magan's Luck and Other Stories by M. T. W.
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Will ran all the way home and went straight to the barn and harnessed the horse, and then went into the house and into the sitting-room and snatched a shawl from the lounge, and--"Jerusalem Crickets!" was all he had breath enough left to say. Tot had surprised somebody, indeed. Down by the river, in the dusk and the river damp, as they waited, came Will, striding along with what looked like a bundle of old shawls upon his shoulder; and presently, parting the folds like the calyx of a flower, Tot's rosy face blossomed out. "Peekabo!" she said, with a sweet sound of laughter. "O mamma, mamma!" It was wonderful how quickly mamma recovered; and it was more wonderful still how ever Tot escaped sudden death, then and there, from suffocation. But, bless you! You need not worry, it was larks to Tot. What a triumphal procession home it was. Tot, in her little night-dress sat in her mother's lap, and told her adventures; and Will sat in the darkest corner and said not a word, but resolved that no story more fabulous than that of George Washington and his hatchet should ever again pass his lips. His lip quivered, as much as a boy's lip is ever allowed, when Tot said: "And I brought home a whole pottet full to cwack." "Never mind, to-night. Wait till to-morrow," said mamma. Tot went obediently to sleep, and woke in the morning to find beside her pillow, such lots of candy--her Sugar River candy she thought, all |
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