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- Author: Anna Chapin Ray
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 1898
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1534705686
- ISBN-13: 9781534705685
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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The five McAlisters were gathered in the dining-room, one rainy night in late August. In view of the respective dimensions of the family circle and the family income, servants were few in the McAlister household, and division of labor was the order of the day. Old Susan had cleared away the table and brought in the lamp; then she retired to the kitchen, leaving the young people to themselves. Hope was darning stockings. She had one of Hubert's socks drawn on over her hand, which showed, white and dainty, through the great, ragged hole. Hubert sat near her with little Allyn on his knee, tiding over a crisis in the young man's temper by showing him pictures in the dilapidated Mother Goose which had done duty for successive McAlisters, from seventeen-year-old Hope down. "Stop kicking brother," he commanded, as Allyn lifted up his voice and his heels in vigorous protest against things in general, and the approach of the sandman in particular. "Listen, Allyn, - 'There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.'
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- Author: Anna Chapin Ray
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 1898
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1534705686
- ISBN-13: 9781534705685
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
The five McAlisters were gathered in the dining-room, one rainy night in late August. In view of the respective dimensions of the family circle and the family income, servants were few in the McAlister household, and division of labor was the order of the day. Old Susan had cleared away the table and brought in the lamp; then she retired to the kitchen, leaving the young people to themselves. Hope was darning stockings. She had one of Hubert's socks drawn on over her hand, which showed, white and dainty, through the great, ragged hole. Hubert sat near her with little Allyn on his knee, tiding over a crisis in the young man's temper by showing him pictures in the dilapidated Mother Goose which had done duty for successive McAlisters, from seventeen-year-old Hope down. "Stop kicking brother," he commanded, as Allyn lifted up his voice and his heels in vigorous protest against things in general, and the approach of the sandman in particular. "Listen, Allyn, - 'There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.'
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