Name: Silver Pitchers
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Author: Louisa May Alcott
ISBN: 978-1505533262

Silver Pitchers

By Louisa May Alcott 21 Aug, 2019

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...hair long upon her shoulders, blue eyes full of smiles, and a face like one of the pink roses in Madam Barrett's garden." "Did she have good clothes?" demanded Ruth, eagerly, for this part of the tale did interest her, as Nat foretold. "Let me see. Yes, nice clothes; but sad-colored, for the riding-cloak that hung over her white dimity frock was black. Yet she stood on a pair of the trimmest feet everiseen, wearing hose with fine clocks, and silver buckles in the little shoes. You may believe the boy stared well, for he had never seen so pretty a sight in all his days, and before he knew it he had given her his nosegay of sheepsbane, fern, and honeysuckle. She took it, looking pleased, and made him as fine a courtesy as any lady; vrhereat he turned red and fbolish, being shy, and hurried off into the barn. But she came skipping after, and peeped at him as he milked, watched how he did it for a bit, and then said, like a little queen, 'Boy, get up and let me try.' That pleased him mightily; so, taking little madam on his knee, he let her try. But something vent amiss, for all at once Brindle kicked over the pail, away went the three-legged stool, and both the milkers lay in the dirt." " Why, Nat! why, Nat! that was you and I," cried Ruth, clapping her hands delightedly, as this catastrophe confirmed the suspicions which had been growing in her mind since the appearance of the child. "Hush! or I'll never tell how they got up," said Nat, hurrying on with a mirthful face. " The boy thought the little maid would cry over her bruised arm_ or go off in a pet at sight of the spoilt frock. But no; she only laughed, patted old Brindle, and sat down, saying stoutly,... Less

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