"Nay, no stopping," say you? Well,
Some of your best stories tell,
While you swing me--gently, do!--
From the Old Year to the New.
DEFINITIONS.--2. Twit'ter-ing, making a succession of small, chirping
noises. Glimpse, a short, hurried view. 3. Blur, a dim, confused
appearance. 6. Rime, whitefrost, hoarfrost.
XXVII. HARRY AND HIS DOG. (79)
1. "Beg, Frisk, beg," said little Harry, as he sat on an inverted basket,
at his grandmother's door, eating, with great satisfaction, a porringer of
bread and milk. His little sister Annie, who had already dispatched her
breakfast, sat on the ground opposite to him, now twisting her flowers
into garlands, and now throwing them away.
2. "Beg, Frisk, beg!" repeated Harry, holding a bit of bread just out of
the dog's reach; and the obedient Frisk squatted himself on his hind legs,
and held up his fore paws, waiting for master Harry to give him the
tempting morsel.
3. The little boy and the little dog were great friends. Frisk loved him
dearly, much better than he did anyone else; perhaps, because he
recollected that Harry was his earliest and firmest friend during a time
of great trouble.
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