Identifier: browniesothertal00ewin2 (find matches)
Title: The brownies and other tales
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Woodward, Alice B., ill
Subjects: Children's stories
Publisher: London : G. Bell & Sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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spilled the raisins hehad just secured. (He did not like putting hisfingers into the flames, but he hovered near the moreadventurous school-boys and collected the raisinsthat were scattered on the table by the hasty grabsof braver hands.) The widow was a relative of the house. She hadmarried a Mr. Jones, and having been during hislife his devoted slave, had on his death transferredher allegiance to his son. The late Mr. Jones wasa small man with a strong temper, a large appetite,and a taste for drawing-room theatricals. So Mrs.Jones had called her son Macready ; for, she said, his poor papa would have made a fortune on thestage, and I wish to commemorate his talents.Besides, Macready sounds better with Jones than acommoner Christian name would do. But his cousins called him MacGreedy. The apples of the enchanted garden were guardedby dragons. Many knights went after them. Onewished for the apples, but he did not like to fightthe dragons. It was the tutor who spoke from the dark corner
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MacCrreedv svvallowed tlie raisin with a start (p. rii>). CHRISTMAS CRACKERS 119 by the fireplace. His eyes shone like a cats, andMacGreedy felt like a half-scared mouse, and madeup his mind to cry. He put his right fist into oneeye, and had just taken it out, and was about to puthis left fist into the other, when he saw that the tutorwas no longer looking at him. So he made up hismind to go on with the raisins, for one can have apeevish cry at any time, but plums are not scatteredbroadcast every day. Several times he had tried topocket them, but just at the moment the tutor wassure to look at him, and in his fright he droppedthe raisins, and never could find them again. Sothis time he resolved to eat them then and there.He had just put one into his mouth when the tutorleaned forward, and his eyes, glowing in the fire-light, met MacGreedys, who had not even thepresence of mind to shut his mouth but remainedspellbound, with a raisin in his cheek. Flicker, flack ! The schoolboys stir

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