This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ...Hush1 somebody's coining. Mind 1 quiet, quiet 1 Enter Crabtree, t, Adam. Here it comes 1 here it comes 1 (Sits.) Enter Phil, L., with a pan-dowdy, a ladle laid across it, places it on the table, in front of Crabtiiee, and stands behind his chair. Adam. Ah, now for a glorious feast1 a glorious feast 1 (Takes up the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ...Hush1 somebody's coining. Mind 1 quiet, quiet 1 Enter Crabtree, t, Adam. Here it comes 1 here it comes 1 (Sits.) Enter Phil, L., with a pan-dowdy, a ladle laid across it, places it on the table, in front of Crabtiiee, and stands behind his chair. Adam. Ah, now for a glorious feast1 a glorious feast 1 (Takes up the ladle, and drops it with a howl of pain.) Phil. Aisy, my b'y; it's only a ladle. Adam. You blundering scamp, what does this mean, heating up everything in this manner? If I wanted anything particularly hot, you never would do it. Phil. Ah, but indade I would.--(Aside.) He manes the hot coals. Poor innocents 1 the dowdy will scald them inside, and the cowls shave their heads as bald as babbies'. Ah, will, the way av the transgrisser is mighty hard, intirely. He'll want the coals nixt, and I'll go for 'cm. Exit, L. Adam. Now, Master Charley, hold your plate, and I'll give you some of the best apple-dowdy you ever tasted. (charley points at the dish, then slowly points to his mouthy and. shakes his head, with a sigh.) What 1 you won't try it? Weil, Master Dick, let's have your plate. (dick performs the same pantomime.) What 1 you, too, refuse? Why, it's the nicest dish you ever ate. Well, then, Master Bob, your plate. (bob imitates Dick and Charley.) Well, I never 1 three boys that can't eat. What on airth does this mean? (All three again perform the same pantomime, and ejaculate in chorus.) Poison 1 Adam. (In a rage.) What1 after attempting to steal my apples, you young scamps; after my kindness to yer, taking yer inter my house, do yer dare to insult my victuals by calling them poison 1 You bold, unblushing young whelps 1 What do yer say to this? Charley. Just this, Mr. Crabtree. Now, boys 1 (dick jumps up, seizes the trap, and sets it at l. entran...
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Good. No Jacket. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. 137pp+6pp ads. Blue cloth, gilt lettering to cover and spine. Wear and spotting to covers. Contents age-toned, scattered foxing, inscription and owner's name on front free endpaper. Dialogues originally published in Oliver Optic's Magazine.
