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. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ...fresh butter, cream, and new milk, and the price asked for all these commodities at a watering-place in the height of the season was a standing grievance to nurse. She hardly allowed us any butter at all; bread and scrape it was, and oh, such thick slices! Happy the child who found holes in its slice! ...
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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. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ...fresh butter, cream, and new milk, and the price asked for all these commodities at a watering-place in the height of the season was a standing grievance to nurse. She hardly allowed us any butter at all; bread and scrape it was, and oh, such thick slices! Happy the child who found holes in its slice! they were looked upon as butter mines, and highly valued. The precious little lumps were dug out carefully, and then respread upon the surface of the bread. Sometimes, if Sue was lucky and had nice big holes, she would share their contents with Ned. I don't think any of the rest of us were generous enough to give away butter. We complained to mamma once, but she only laughed at us for our pains. It would do us good, she said, to suffer a little hardship, it would hurt us much less to have to eat bread and scrape, than it would hurt poor nurse's feelings to be interfered with. She was a valuable servant, and it was a great comfort to have some one so entirely to be trusted. Mamma was not very strong that year--indeed, it was for her health that we had come to the sea; yet I am afraid we could not entirely agree with her, and felt a little cross that our wrongs were not redressed. But to return to Miss Mixon. She was a maiden lady, and lived two doors off in the same row of houses as ourselves. Our parents had known her before, but this was our first introduction to her. One day mamma desired Susie and me to put ourselves tidy--a very necessary preparation for a visit, for we were out all day playing on the sands, and you know what that means--and be ready to go with her at four o'clock. Roger and Ned were to be ready also. "Miss Mixon wants to see you all" said mamma; but added, for the comfort of the boys, that they need only just...
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