The Silver-Burdett Readers: First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomasSilver, Burdett and Company, 1906 |
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... beth Zane . JOHN ESTEN COOKE . MARJORIE'S ALMANAC . Robins in the tree - tops , Blossoms in the grass ; Green things a - growing Everywhere you pass ; Sudden little breezes ; Showers of silver dew ; Black bough and bent twig Budding out ...
... beth Zane . JOHN ESTEN COOKE . MARJORIE'S ALMANAC . Robins in the tree - tops , Blossoms in the grass ; Green things a - growing Everywhere you pass ; Sudden little breezes ; Showers of silver dew ; Black bough and bent twig Budding out ...
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... Beth . 66 Yes , dear . It will please him very much , and be a nice way of thanking him . The girls will help you about them , and I will pay for the making , " replied Mrs. March , — who took peculiar pleasure in granting Beth's ...
... Beth . 66 Yes , dear . It will please him very much , and be a nice way of thanking him . The girls will help you about them , and I will pay for the making , " replied Mrs. March , — who took peculiar pleasure in granting Beth's ...
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... Beth waited to see what would happen . All that day passed , and a part of the next , before any acknowledgment ... Beth , he's sent you " began Amy , gesticu- lating with unseemly energy ; but she got no farther , for Jo quenched her by ...
... Beth waited to see what would happen . All that day passed , and a part of the next , before any acknowledgment ... Beth , he's sent you " began Amy , gesticu- lating with unseemly energy ; but she got no farther , for Jo quenched her by ...
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... Beth hid her face in Jo's apron , quite upset by her present . Jo opened the paper , and began to laugh , for the first words she saw were : " Miss March : " Dear Madam , — " " How nice it sounds ! I wish some one would write to me so ...
... Beth hid her face in Jo's apron , quite upset by her present . Jo opened the paper , and began to laugh , for the first words she saw were : " Miss March : " Dear Madam , — " " How nice it sounds ! I wish some one would write to me so ...
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... Beth , that's an honor to be proud of , I'm sure ! Laurie told me how fond Mr. Laurence used to be of the child who died , and how he kept all her little things carefully . Just think , he's given you her piano ! That comes of having ...
... Beth , that's an honor to be proud of , I'm sure ! Laurie told me how fond Mr. Laurence used to be of the child who died , and how he kept all her little things carefully . Just think , he's given you her piano ! That comes of having ...
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The Silver-Burdett Readers– First-fifth book, 4 knyga Ella Marie Powers,Thomas Minard Balliet Visos knygos peržiūra - 1906 |
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ABBY MORTON DIAZ bank beautiful Bébée began bells Beth birds blue blue weather boat bright canoe child cocoanut cried danced Dandelion dear Deb's door ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER eyes face feet flax flowers forest Gavroche girl hand happy head heard heart heaven horse hour hung Indians Jack Kapaniah knew land laughed leaped light little Ben little boy lives looked LOUISA MAY ALCOTT Magsie morning mother never night o'er paint passed PAUL DU CHAILLU pine poor pretty raft rain reached river rose round Saladin seemed seen shining shore side sing smile snow song star star-spangled banner stood stream sweet swim tears Thames Water things thou thought took tree turned voice waves wild WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind window wonderful young lady
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