"The Committee will please come to order!" said Maine. "What's up?" asked Massachusetts, pausing in her occupation of peeling chestnuts.
Who ever wore such a queer-looking thing? I wore it myself, dear, once upon a time; yes, I did! Perhaps you would like to hear about it, while you mend that tear in your muslin.
"I wouldn't, Lena!" "Well, I guess I shall!" "Don't, Lena! please don't! you will be sorry, I am sure, if you do it. It cannot bring good, I know it cannot!"
Well, I once answered an advertisement in the Farmer's Friend, girls, and I have always been glad I did. It was that summer when father broke his arm and the potato crop failed,
"Don Alonzo! Don Alonzo Pitkin! Where be you?" There was no answer. "Don Alonzo! Deacon Bassett's here, and wishful to see you. Don Alonzo Pit-kin!"
"Then is little Benjamin their ruler." "I think the kitty wants to come in," said Mother Golden. "I hear him crying somewhere. Won't you go and let him in, Adam?"
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! It's snowing!" "Hurrah! hurrah! It's snowing!" Massachusetts looked up from her algebra.