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The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe: or, There's No Place Like Home
The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe; Or, There's No Place Like Home
CHAPTER I
JOE'S GRAND DISCOVERY
Hal sat trotting Dot on his knee, – poor little weazen-faced Dot, who was just getting over the dregs of the measles, and cross accordingly. By way of accompaniment he sang all the Mother Goose melodies that he could remember. At last he came to, —
"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe:
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
To some she gave broth without any bread," —
and Harry stopped to catch his breath, for the trotting was of the vigorous order.
"And a thrashing all round, and sent them to bed!"
finished Joe, thrusting his shaggy head in at the window after the fashion of a great Newfoundland dog.
Dot answered with a piteous cry, – a sort of prolonged wail, heart-rending indeed.
"Serve you right," said Joe, going through an imaginary performance with remarkably forcible gestures.
"For shame, Joe! You were little once yourself, and I dare say cried when you were sick. I always thought it very cruel, that, after being deprived of their supper, they should be" —
"Thrashed! Give us good strong Saxon for once, Flossy!"
Flossy was of the ambitious, correct, and sentimental order. She had lovely light curls, and soft white hands when she did not have to work too hard, which she never did of her own free will. She thought it dreadful to be so poor, and aspired to a rather aristocratic ladyhood.
"I am sorry you were not among them," she replied indignantly. "You're a hard-hearted, cruel boy!"