The Nursery, No. 169, January, 1881, Vol. XXIX - A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers by Various
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Tears came to the boy's eyes. A shilling seemed a good deal of money to
him, and it pleased him all the more because it was given him for his mother. "Thank you, sir; thank you!" said he, and he ran back to his work one of the happiest boys in London, I think, at that moment. JANE OLIVER. * * * * * "IN A MINUTE." If you asked Dora to do any thing, she would reply, "In a minute." It was a bad habit she had. "Dora, please bring me a drink of water."--"In a minute."--"Dora, go up stairs, and bring me down my comb."--"Yes, mother, in a minute."--"Dora, come to your dinner."--"In a minute." One day the bird was hopping about on the floor. Somebody went out, leaving the door open, just as "somebody" is always doing. Dora's mother said, "Dora, shut the door, or the cat will be after your bird." "Yes, mother, in a minute," said Dora. "I just want to finish this line in my drawing." But the cat did not wait till this was done. In he popped, and with one dart he had the bird in his mouth. |
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