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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
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have asked, 62 LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER. but they had been told never to ask questions incompany. Mr. Thimblefinger, who had a keeneye for such things, noticed that they were begin-ning to get glum and dissatisfied, and so he said•with a lauorh : — o I ve often heard in my travels of childrenwho talked too much, but these dont talk at all. Oh, they 11 soon get over that, Mrs.Meadows remarked. Everything is so strangehere, they dont know what to make of it. WhenI was a little bit of a thing my ma used to takeme to quiltings, and I know it took me the long-est kind of a time to get used to the strangers andall. This is nt a quilting, said Sweetest Susan,with a sig;h: I wish it was. O I dont! exclaimed Buster John plumply. Once when I was listening through a key-hole, said Mr. Thimblefinger, placing his tinyknife and fork crosswise on his plate, I hearda story about a Talking-Saddle. Tell it! tell it! cried Buster John andSweetest Susan. I suppose you have no pie to-day ? saidBabbit.
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DRUSILLA WAITING ON MR. RABBIT 1 THE TALKING-SADDLE. 6S €( Oh, yes/ said Mrs. Meadows, we 11 havethe pie and the story, too. Mr. Thimblefinger smacked his lips and winkedhis eye in such comical fashion that the childrenlaughed heartily, but they did nt forget the story* I dont know that I can remember the best o£it/ said Mr. Thimblefinger. The wind wasblowing and the keyhole was trying to learn howto whistle, and I may have missed some of thestory. But it was such a queer one, and I waslistening so closely, that I came very near fallingoff the door-knob when some one started to comeout. I think wed better eat our pie first. Imight get one of those huckleberries in my throatwhile talking, and there s no doctor close at handto keep me from choking to death. So they ate their huckleberry-pie, and then Mr«Thimblefinger told the story. Once upon a time a farmer had five sons. Hewas not rich and he was not poor. He had someland, and he had a little money. He dividedhis land equally amon

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