A Grandmothers Recollections 8 7
A Grandmothers Recollections 8 7
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Aunt Henshaw, though kind, did not appear to me in thelight of a playmate, and Cousin Statia seldom opened her lips--being tooindustrious to waste time in talking; so that, for want of more suitablecompany, I descended to the kitchen.
The next morning, having obtained Aunt Henshaw's permission, I went outto feed the chickens; and having drawn them near the wood-pile, Iconfined my favors almost exclusively to a sober-looking hen and fivelittle chickens. When the pan was empty, I conceived that I... had wellearned the right, and putting my hand down softly, I took up a cunninglittle thing and hugged it in delight. But a terrible flapping of wingssounded close to my ears--I could scarcely distinguish any thing--anddropping the chicken, I fell across the chopping-log. The old hen rushedfuriously at me, and kept beating me with her wings; while I, afraidthat my eyes would be pecked out, could do nothing but scream. Some one, at length, picked me up; and when I ventured to look around, I beheldSylvia, who stood beside me, laughing immoderately.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Aunt Henshaw, though kind, did not appear to me in thelight of a playmate, and Cousin Statia seldom opened her lips--being tooindustrious to waste time in talking; so that, for want of more suitablecompany, I descended to the kitchen.
The next morning, having obtained Aunt Henshaw's permission, I went outto feed the chickens; and having drawn them near the wood-pile, Iconfined my favors almost exclusively to a sober-looking hen and fivelittle chickens. When the pan was empty, I conceived that I... had wellearned the right, and putting my hand down softly, I took up a cunninglittle thing and hugged it in delight. But a terrible flapping of wingssounded close to my ears--I could scarcely distinguish any thing--anddropping the chicken, I fell across the chopping-log. The old hen rushedfuriously at me, and kept beating me with her wings; while I, afraidthat my eyes would be pecked out, could do nothing but scream. Some one, at length, picked me up; and when I ventured to look around, I beheldSylvia, who stood beside me, laughing immoderately.
What to read after A Grandmothers Recollections 8 7?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Ella Rodman to read onlineMoreLess
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