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Harriet Myrtle The Pleasures of the Country: Simple Stories for Young People

Harry ran into the cottage, and brought back his mama, followed by Mary.
"Oh Miss Rose!" said Mary, "what a pity. The eggs must all be spoiled."
"Do you think so?" sobbed Rose. "Oh mama, mama, how sorry I am!"
"Might they be put near the kitchen fire?" asked Harry with a faltering voice.
Their mama put her hand under Fairy, and felt the eggs.
"They are not quite cold," said she; "I yet hope they may not be spoiled."
"Do you think so, mama? Oh how happy I should be," said Rose, looking up in her tears.
"And then perhaps the poor little chickens are not all dead," said Harry.
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Harriet Myrtle The Pleasures of the Country: Simple Stories for Young People

Such a great tea-pot, such an immense jug of milk, such platefuls of cake and bread and butter, such piled heaps of strawberries and cherries were there for them, as they had never seen before; and much they enjoyed everything.
"What are those bright ribbons for, Aunt Lucy?" cried somebody. And, all leaving the remains of the feast, found the grass covered with bits of ribbon of every colour.
"Where are your rakes?" said she. "Choose your colours. All of you must have a streamer on your rakes when the last load goes to be stacked."
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Harriet Myrtle The Pleasures of the Country: Simple Stories for Young People

Much as they liked a drive in a donkey-chaise, no drive in the world could have made these children so happy as they felt in their walk home. Their hearts full of joy, they bounded along, jumping over tree stumps, running up and down banks, and never thinking of either fatigue, hunger, or thirst.
"Here we come, John," they cried, as they approached their own door, and saw John coming out after his day's work, his basket on his shoulder.
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