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Title: The Birds' Christmas Carol
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith, 1856-1923
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Publisher: Boston and New York : Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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like some folks.When they go out theyve got to have close, and learnter act decent! Now, I want ter see how yer goin tobehave when yer git there to-night. Lets start in atthe beginnin n act out the whole business. Pile intothe bed-room, there, every last one of ye, an show mehow yer goin ter go int the parlor. Thisll be theparlor n Ill be Mis Bird. The youngsters hustledinto the next room in high glee, and Mrs. Rugglesdrew herself up in her chair with an infinitely haughtyand purse-proud expression that much better suited adescendant of the McGrills than modest Mrs. Bird.The bed-room was small, and there presently ensuedsuch a clatter that you would have thought a herd ofwild cattle had broken loose; the door opened, andthey straggled in, all the little ones giggling, withSarah Maud at the head, looking as if she had beencaught in the act of stealing sheep; while Larry, beinglast in line, seemed to think the door a sort of gate ofheaven which would be shut in his face if he didnt get
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I WANT TER SEE HOW YER COIN TO BEHAVE. Page 44. The Birds Christmas Carol. 45 tliere in time; accordingly lie struggled aliead of hiselders and disgraced himself by tumbling in head fore-most. Mrs. Enggles looked severe. *There, I knew yerddo it in some secli fool-way,—try it agin n if Larrycant come in on two legs he can stay ter home! The matter began to assume a graver aspect; the lit-tle Euggleses stopped giggling and backed into thebed-room, issuing presently with lock step, Indian file,a scared and hunted expression in every countenance. ^No, no, no! cried Mrs. Euggles, in despair; *Yerlook for all the world like a gang o prisners; thereaint no style ter that; spread out more, cant yer, anact kind ocareless like—^nobodys gointer kill ye!The third time brought deserved success, and the)3upils took their seats in the row. Now, yer know,said Mrs. Euggles, there aint enough decent hats togo round, an if there was I don know s Id let yerwear em, for the boys would never think to

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