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Title: Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his queer country : what the children saw and heard there
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Harris, Joel Chandler, 1848-1908
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Publisher: New York : McKinlay, Stone & Mackenzie
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Mrs. Meadows sang about —- 146 LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER. THE LITTLE BIRD. There was once a little Bird so full of Song That he sang in the Rose-Bush the whole Night long. And Oh, said the Redbird to the Jay, Dont you wish you could sit and sing that way ? Mercy, no ! said the Jay ; for he sings too late ; I sing well enough for to please my Mate. There was once a little Bird so full of Song That he sang in the Rose-Bush the whole Night long. Then Oh, said the Redbird to the Crow, Dont you wish you could sit and sing just so ? ** Do hush, said the Crow, or I 11 start for to weep, Be — caw —caw — cause he s a-losing of his sleep. There was once a little Bird so full of Song That he sang in the Rose-Bush the whole Night long And Oh, said the Redbird to the Wren, Dont you wish you could sing so now and then ? Not me, said the Wren as she shook her Head ; I think his Mamma ought to put him to Bed. But the Singing Bird was so full of GleeThat he sang all night in the Rose-Bush Tree.
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OHWWJC/3* z z •<^o J xm. THE STRAWBERRY-GIRL- €€ Is NT it almost time for us to start home ? *said Sweetest Susan, turning to Mr. Thimblefm6ger. Why, youve got all the afternoon beforeyou/ replied Mr. Thimblefinger. Besides itwill be downhill all the way. I was just goingto tell you a story, but if you really want to goI 11 put off the telling of it until some of yourgrandchildren tumble in the spring when thewet water has run out and the dry water hastaken its place. Tell the story, please, said Buster John. Its about a girl, remarked Mr. Thimble-finger. She was called the Strawberry-Girl.My mother knew the girl well, and Ive heardher tell the story many a time. But if you wantto go home — Oh, please tell the story, cried SweetestSusan. 148 LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER. Well/ said Mr. Thimblefinger ; once therewas an old woman who lived in the woods. Shelived all alone, and people said she was a witch.She was so old that t

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