Ethel Morton at Rose House by Mabell S. C. (Mabell Shippie Clarke) Smith
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need and how a house is managed."
"Come, come." A chirp rose from near the ground. Ayleesabet was tired of being disregarded for so long. "You blessed Lamb!" cried Ethel Blue. "Did you say, 'Come, come,' just because you heard it? Did you think we were talking very learnedly about things we didn't know much about! Never mind, ducky daddles, we'll know a lot about them six months from now!" "Just the way we've learned a lot about babies in the last six months from this little teacher!" added Ethel Brown. "Come, come. Home, home," remarked Elisabeth insistently. "What's the matter? Are your leggies tired? Want the Ethels to carry you?" Elisabeth made it known that she would like some such method of transportation, and sat joyfully on a "chair" which the two girls made by interclasping their wrists. Not for long did this please her ladyship. "Down, down," she demanded in a few minutes. "We might as well go home if she's too tired to walk and too restless to ride," decided Ethel Brown, and they turned about, to the evident pleasure of the baby. |
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