Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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"Ah, ye little varmint!" cried the cook, "if they's no person handy
fer yez ter pester, thin yez fall back on the owld cat, poor crayture." A few moments she watched Gwen in silence, then again she spoke. "There she goes tryin' to climb up onto the fountain basin. Sure I'll hov ter shpake ter her, and I don't want ter, but she risks anything." Throwing up the window she shouted: "Hi! Miss Gwen! Coom down off'n there, 'fore ye do be gittin' a big fall!" Gwen turned and made an outrageous face, thus giving proof of her sweetness. "Coom doon!" shouted the cook, but Gwen only giggled and remained exactly where she was. CHAPTER IV WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL Little Sprite Seaford thought Avondale the brightest place that any child ever lived in, and if the sky was blue, or if clouds hid the sun, she smiled and still insisted that it was a cheery place. |
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