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Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott Jack and Jill (Alcott) — Chapter XIX. Good Templars (1880)

A woman would have relented and tried some milder means, for when his broad shoulders and stout limbs were hidden, Jack looked very young and innocent in his sleep. Even Frank paused a moment to look at the round, rosy face, the curly eyelashes, half-open mouth, and the peaceful expression of a dreaming baby. "I must do it, or he won't be ready for breakfast," said the Spartan brother, and down came the sponge, cold, wet, and choky, as it was briskly rubbed to and fro regardless of every obstacle.
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Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott Jack and Jill (Alcott) — Chapter XIX. Good Templars (1880)

Just when he was about to give up and meet his fate like a man, old Bunny, who had been much excited by the race, came scampering across the path with such a droll skip into the air and shake of the hind legs that Frank had to dodge to avoid stepping on him, and to laugh in spite of himself. This momentary check gave Jack a chance to bolt up the back stairs and take refuge in the Bird Room, from the window of which Jill had been watching the race with great interest.
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Portrait of Louisa May Alcott Louisa May Alcott Jack and Jill (Alcott) — Chapter XIX. Good Templars (1880)

I'm so hungry I could tuck away a bushel," answered Jack, emptying a glass of milk and holding out his plate for more mush, regardless of his white moustache.
"Temperance in all things is wise, in speech as well as eating and drinking—remember that, boys," said Mamma from behind the urn.
"That reminds me! We promised to do the 'Observer' this week, and here it is Tuesday and I haven't done a thing: have you?" asked Frank.
"Never thought of it. We must look up some bits at noon instead of playing. Dare say Jill has got some: she always saves all she finds for me."
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