Liverpool Shirts Uk t I remember that Emma Jane s cat had kittens the day my book was bought at Watson s store. Mrs. Perkins kept the prettiest white one, Abijah Flagg drowning all the others. It seems strange to me that cats will go on having kittens when they know what becomes of them We were very liverpool shirts uk sad about it, but Mrs. Perkins said it was the way of the world and how things had to be. I cannot help being glad that they do not do the same with children, or John and Jenny Mira Mark and me would all have had stones tied to our necks and been dropped into the deepest part of Sunny Brook, for Hannah and Fanny are the only truly handsome ones in the family. Mrs. Perkins says I dress up well, but never being dressed up it does not matter much. At least they didn t wait to dress up the kittens to see how they would improve, before drowning them, but decided right away. Emma Jane s kitten that was born the same day this book was is now quite an old cat who knows the way of the world herself, and how things have to be, for she has had one batch of kittens drowned already. So perhaps it is not strange that my Thought Book seems so babyish and foolish to me when I think of all I have gone through and the millions of things I have learned, and how much better I spell than I did ten months ago. My fingers are cold through the mittens, so good bye dear Thought Book, friend of my childhood, now so far far behind me I will hide you in the haymow where you ll be warm and cosy all the long winter and where nobody can find you again in the summer time but your affectionate author, Rebecca Rowena Randall. Fourth Chronicle. A TRAGEDY IN MILLINERY chapter 1 Emma Jane Perkins s new winter dress was a blue and green Scotch plaid poplin, trimmed with narrow green velvet ribbon and steel nail heads. She had a gray jacket of thick furry cloth with large steel buttons up the front, a pair of green kid gloves, and a gray felt hat with an encircling band of bright green feathers. liverpool shirts uk The band began in front with a bird s head and ended behind with a bird s tail, and angels could have desired no more beautiful toilette. That was her opinion, and it was shared to the full by Rebecca. But Emma Jane, as Rebecca had once described her to Mr. Adam Ladd, was a rich blacksmith s daughter, and she, Rebecca, was a little half orphan from a mortgaged farm up Temperance way, dependent upon her spinster aunts for board, clothes, and schooling. Scotch plaid poplins were manifestly not for her, but dark colored woolen stuffs were, and mittens, and last winter s co.woolsey speck going down the road spied the blue linsey woolsey speck coming up, and both specks flew over the intervening distance and, meeting, embraced each other ardently, somewhat to the injury of the company tart. Didn t it come out splendidly exclaimed Rebecca. I was so afraid the fishman wouldn t tell you to start exactly at two, or that one of us would walk faster than the other but we met at the very spot It was a very uncommon idea, wasn t it Almost romantic And what do you think asked Clara Belle proudly. Look at this Mrs. Fogg lent me her watch to come home by Oh, Clara Belle, how wonderful Mrs. Fogg gets kinder and kinder to you, doesn t she You re not homesick any more, are you No o not really only when I remember there s only little Susan to manage the twins though they re getting on real well without me. But I kind of think, Rebecca, that I m going to be given away to the Foggs for good. Do you mean adopted Yes I think father s going to sign papers. You see we can t tell how many years it ll be before the poor baby outgrows its burns, and Mrs. Fogg ll never be the same again, and she must have somebody to help her. You ll be their real daughter, then, won t you, Clara Belle And Mr. Fogg is a deacon, and a selectman, and a road commissioner, and everything splendid. Yes I ll have board, and clothes, and school, and be named Fogg, and here her voice sank to an awed whisper the upper farm if I should ever get married Miss Dearborn told me that herself, when she was persuading me not to mind being given away. Clara Belle Simpson exclaimed Rebecca in a transport. Who d have thought you d be a female hero and an heiress besides It s just like a book story, and it happened in Riverboro. I ll make Uncle Jerry Cobb allow there CAN be Riverboro stories, you see if I don t. Of course I know it s all right, Clara Belle replied soberly. I ll have a good home and father can t keep us all but it s kind of dreadful to be given away, like a piano or a horse and carriage Rebecca s hand went out sympathetically to Clara Belle s freckled paw. Suddenly her own face clouded and she whispered I m not sure, Clara Belle, but I m given away too do you s pose I am Poor father left us in debt, you see. I thought I came away from Sunnybrook to get an education and then help pay off the mortgage but mother doesn t say anything about my coming back, and our family s one of those too big ones, you know, just like yours. Did your mother sign papers to your aunts If she did I never heard anything about it but there.
lithe youth incarnate she was music an Aeolian harp that every passing breeze woke to some whispering little tune she was a changing, iridescent joy bubble she was the shadow of a leaf dancing across a dusty floor. No bough of his thought could be so bare but she somehow built a nest in it and evoked life where none was before. And Rebecca herself She had been quite unconscious of all this until very lately, and even now she was but half awakened searching among her childish instincts and her girlish dreams for some Ariadne thread that should guide her safely through the labyrinth of her new sensations. For the moment she was absorbed, or thought she was, in the little love story of Abijah and Emma Jane, but in reality, had she realized it, that love story served chiefly as a basis of comparison for a possible one of her own, later on. She liked and respected Abijah Flagg, and loving Emma Jane was a habit contracted early in life but everything that they did or said, or thought or wrote, or hoped or feared, seemed so inadequate, so painfully short of what might be done old manchester united shirts for sale or said, or thought or written, or hoped or feared, under easily conceivable circumstances, that she almost felt a disposition to smile gently at the fancy of the liverpool shirts uk ignorant young couple that they had caught a glimpse of the great vision. She was sitting under the sweet apple tree at twilight. Supper was over Mark s restless feet were quiet, Fanny and Jenny were tucked safely in bed her aunt and her mother were stemming currants on the side porch. A liverpool shirts uk blue spot at one of the Perkins windows showed that in one vestal bosom hope was not dead yet, although it was seven o clock. Suddenly there was the sound of a horse s feet coming leicester football kit up the quiet road plainly a steed hired from some metropolis like Milltown or Wareham, as liverpool shirts uk Riverboro horses when through with their day s work never disported themselves so gayly. A little open vehicle came in sight, and in it sat Abijah Flagg. The wagon was so freshly painted and so shiny that Rebecca thought that he must have alighted at the bridge and given it a last polish. The creases in his trousers, too, had an air of having been pressed in only a few minutes before. The whip was new and had a yellow ribbon on it the gray suit of clothes was new, and the coat flourished a flower in its button hole. The hat was the latest thing in hats, and the intrepid swain wore a seal ring on the little finger of his right hand. As Rebecca remembered that she had guided it in making capital G s in his copy book, she felt p.ell you I don t want her, I m sure. I have more to do with them now than I want. Well the fact is, cousin, said Mr. St. Clare, drawing her aside, she belonged to some people who were dreadfully cruel and beat her. I couldn t bear to hear her screaming every day, so I bought her. I will give her to you. Do try and make something of her. Well, I ll do what I can, said Miss Ophelia. She is fearfully dirty, and half naked. Well, take her downstairs, and tell somebody to clean her up, and give her some decent clothes. Getting Topsy clean was a very long business. But at last it was done. Then, sitting down before her, Miss Ophelia began to question her. How old are you, Topsy Dunno, missis, said she, grinning like an ugly little black doll. Don t know how old you are Did nobody ever tell you Who was your mother Never had none, said Topsy, with another grin. Never had any mother What do you mean Where were you born Never was born. You mustn t answer me like that, child, said Miss Ophelia sternly. I am not playing with you. Tell me where you were born, and who your father and mother were. Never was born, said Topsy again very decidedly. Never had no father, nor mother, nor nothin Miss Ophelia hardly knew what to make of her. How long have you lived with your master and mistress, then she asked. Dunno, missis. Is it a year, or more, or less Dunno, missis. Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy asked Miss Ophelia next. Topsy looked puzzled, but kept on grinning. Do you know who made you Nobody as I knows on, replied Topsy, with a laugh. Spect I grow d. Don t think nobody ever made me. Do you know how to sew asked Miss signed chelsea shirts Ophelia, quite shocked. No, missis. What can you do What did you do for your master and mistress Fetch water, and wash dishes, and clean knives, and wait on folks. Well, now, Topsy, I m going to show you just how my bed is to be made. I am very particular about my bed. You must learn exactly how to do it. Yes, missis, said Topsy, with a deep sigh chelsea grin t shirts uk and a face of woeful earnestness. Now, Topsy, look here. This is the hem of the sheet. This is the right side of the sheet. This is the wrong. Will you remember Yes, missis, said Topsy with another sigh. Well, now, the under sheet you must bring over the bolster so, and tuck it right down under the mattress nice and smooth so. Do you see Yes, missis. But the upper sheet, said Miss Ophelia, must be brought down in this way, and tucked under, firm and smooth, at the foot so, the narrow hem at the foot. Yes, missis, said Topsy as before. But while.there carrying a load. It was Mr. St. Clare. He had been hurt in an accident, and was dying. Very gently they laid sports direct chelsea him on a sofa. Nothing could be done. In a short time he had gone to join his little Eva. CHAPTER XVII UNCLE TOM S NEW MASTER There had been great grief in the house when Eva died. Now there was not only sorrow, but gloom and fear. The kind master was dead, and the poor slaves asked themselves in despair what would happen to them now. They were not long left in doubt. One morning Mrs. St. Clare told them that they were all to be sold. She was going back to her father s house to live, and would not want them any more. Poor Uncle Tom The news was a dreadful blow to him. For a few days he had been so happy in the thought of going home. Once more, after all these years, he thought he would see his dear wife and little children. Now, at one stroke, he had lost both his kind master and his hope of freedom. Instead of going home, he was to be sent farther away manchester united shirts walmart than ever from his dear ones. He could not bear it. He tried to say, Thy will be done , but bitter tears almost choked the words. He had one hope left. He would ask Miss Ophelia to speak to Mrs. St. Clare for him. Mas r St. Clare promised me my freedom, Miss Feely, he said. He told me that he had begun to take it out for me. And now, perhaps, if you would be good enough to speak about it to missis, she would feel like going on with it. Seeing it was Mas r St. Clare s wish, she might. I ll speak for you, Tom, and do my best, said Miss Ophelia. I haven t much hope, but I will try. So Miss Ophelia asked Mrs. St. Clare to set Tom free. Indeed, I shall do no such thing, she replied. Tom is worth more than any of the other slaves. I couldn t afford to lose so much money. Besides, what does he want with his freedom He is a great deal better off as he is. But he does want it very much, replied Miss Ophelia. And his master promised it to him. I dare say he does want it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. They all want it. Just because they are a discontented set, always wanting what they haven t got. But Tom is so good and gentle, and such a splendid worker. If you sell him there is the chance of his getting a bad master. Oh, I have no fear about that. Most masters are good, cheap football shirts benidorm in spite of all the talk people make about it, replied Mrs. St. Clare. Well , said Miss liverpool shirts uk Ophelia at last, I know it was one of the last wishes of your husband that Tom should have his freedom. He promised dear little Eva that he should have it. I think you ought to do it. Then Mrs. St
Liverpool Shirts Uk seeing that it was a very wicked thing to buy and sell men and women as if they were cattle. She was very, very sorry for the poor slaves, and would have liked to free them all. Yet she did not love them. She could not bear even to have them near her, nor to touch them, just because they were black. It made her quite ill to see Eva kissing and hugging the black slave women when she came home. Well, I couldn t do that, she said. Why not said Mr. St. Clare, who was looking on. Well, I want to be kind to every one. I wouldn liverpool shirts uk t have anybody hurt. But, as to kissing niggers she gave a little shudder. How can she Presently a gay laugh sounded from the court. Mr. St. Clare stepped out to see what was happening. What is it said Miss Ophelia, following him. There sat Tom on a little mossy seat in wolves retro shirt the court. Every one of his buttonholes was stuck full of flowers. Eva, laughing gaily, was hanging a wreath of roses round his neck. Then, still liverpool shirts uk laughing, she perched on his knee like a little sparrow. Oh, Tom, you look so funny Tom had a sober smile on his face. He seemed in his own quiet way to be enjoying the fun quite as much as his little mistress. When he lifted his eyes and saw his master he looked as if he were afraid he might be scolded. But Mr. St. Clare only smiled. How can you let her do that said Miss Ophelia. Why not said Mr. St. Clare. Why I don t know. It seems dreadful to me. You liverpool shirts uk would think it was quite right and natural if you saw Eva playing with a large dog, even if he was black. But a fellow creature that can think, and liverpool formal shirts reason, and feel, and is immortal, you shudder at. I know how you north country people feel about it. You loathe the blacks as you would a toad or a snake. Yet you pity them, and are angry because they are often ill treated. Well, cousin, said Miss Ophelia thoughtfully, I daresay you are right. I suppose I must try to get over my feeling. CHAPTER X UNCLE TOM S LETTER Uncle Tom felt that he was indeed very fortunate to have found such a kind master and so good a home. He had nice clothes, plenty of food, and a comfortable room to sleep in. He had no hard, disagreeable work to do. His chief duties were to drive Mrs. St. Clare s carriage when she wanted to go out, and to attend on Eva when she wanted him. He soon grew to love his little mistress very, very much indeed. Mr. St. Clare too began to find Tom very useful. He liverpool shirts uk was dreadfully careless about money, and his chief servant was just as careless as his master. So between them a great deal was not only spent but wasted. Mr. She.t s sure, and your compositions are good enough to read out loud in cheap football kits for juniors town meetin any day Rebecca brightened up a little and bade the old couple her usual affectionate good night, but she descended the hill in a saddened mood. When she reached the bridge the sun, a ball of red fire, was setting behind Squire Bean s woods. As she looked, it shone full on the broad, still bosom of the river, and for one perfect instant liverpool shirts uk the trees on the shores were reflected, all swimming in a sea of pink. Leaning over the rail, she watched the light fade from crimson to carmine, from carmine to rose, from rose to amber, and from amber to gray. Then withdrawing Lancelot or the Parted Lovers from her apron pocket, she tore the pages into bits and dropped them into the water below with a sigh. Uncle Jerry never said a word about the ending she thought and that was so nice And she was right but while Uncle Jerry was an illuminating critic when it came to the actions and language of his Riverboro neighbors, he had no power to direct the young mariner when she followed the gleam, and used her imagination. OUR SECRET SOCIETY November, 187 Our Secret society has just had a splendid picnic in Candace Milliken s barn. Our name is the B.O.S.S., and not a single boy in the village has been able to guess it. liverpool shirts uk It means Braid Over Shoulder Society, and that is the sign. All the members wear one of their braids over the right shoulder in front the president s tied with red ribbon I am the president and all the rest tied with blue. To attract the attention of another member when in company or at a public place we take the braid between the thumb and little finger and stand carelessly on one leg. This is the Secret Signal and the password is Sobb B.O.S.S. spelled backwards which was my idea and is liverpool shirts uk thought rather uncommon. One of the rules of the B.O.S.S. is that any member may be required to tell her besetting sin at any meeting, if asked to do so by a majority of the members. This was Candace Milliken s idea and much opposed by everybody, but when it came to a vote so many of the girls were afraid of offending Candace that they agreed because there was nobody else s father and mother who would let us picnic in their barn and use their plow, harrow, grindstone, sleigh, carryall, pung, sled, and wheelbarrow, which we did and injured hardly anything. They asked me to tell my besetting sin at the very first meeting, and it nearly killed me to do it because it is such a common greedy one. It is that I can t bear to call the other girls when.