The story of Madge and the fairy Content - Tapa blanda

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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. 1870 Excerpt: ..."My good children," says the mother, "wait till father returns: we shall see--we shall see. But be sure, Bet, you take care of baby. He do look very bad to-day." "Bless his heart!" said little Bet. She could not have been more than nine years old; but she spoke like a woman. "But shall we have a pudding? That's what I want to know," cried Dick, sulkily. "For shame, Dick!" was Bet's reproof, as she took the dingy bundle that represented baby in her arms. "For shame!" "It's very hard, dear children--very hard. But we wont give it up yet. The ships may be in to-day." Michael Day was an unfortunate man. Rogues had cheated him of his money; he was an ailing man, and had suffered tedious illnesses, and he and his had felt all the bitterness of poverty. His sunny heart had made light of his rags; he had suffered uncomplainingly. "There was misery worse than ours," he always said to wife and children, though his soul was tortured when he looked upon the lean faces of his flesh and blood. He was better off than he had been, however, for his wife had a little work to do, and with the odd jobs he got occasionally, managed to keep the wolf from the door, though their humble way, were making preparations for the morrow. The children of his court were exchanging reports with his children. The Parsons had such a piece of beef!--there was to be brandy in the Eumsey's pudding; Nell and Johnny and Mike were to have an orange and a penny apiece in the afternoon; little Sally had a new frock, and Dick and Bet had nothing! Baby had cost so much of late, and Michael Day had not had a single turn in the Docks for a fortnight. Sore at heart, then, on the morning of Christmas eve, did he hasten at dawn ...