The Silver-Burdett Readers: First [- Fifth] Book, 3 tomasSilver, Burdett and Company, 1906 |
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... high - chair by the window . Now this , you see , was why Deb wondered . She never got out of that high - chair by the window , except to get into her bed . And she never had been anywhere in all her life except into that chair and into ...
... high - chair by the window . Now this , you see , was why Deb wondered . She never got out of that high - chair by the window , except to get into her bed . And she never had been anywhere in all her life except into that chair and into ...
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... chair , or out of her chair into her bed , she thought no more about her . Deb was not ugly to see - except for the curve in her shoulders , and her little soft , white , withered feet that hung down useless from her high - chair . In ...
... chair , or out of her chair into her bed , she thought no more about her . Deb was not ugly to see - except for the curve in her shoulders , and her little soft , white , withered feet that hung down useless from her high - chair . In ...
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... high - chair , with wonder in her eyes . " Dear me ! " said the straight young lady . " I wonder if I frighten her , " thought Deb . But she only wondered , and did not speak . " Is this your- " " " Yes , " said Deb's mother , " the ...
... high - chair , with wonder in her eyes . " Dear me ! " said the straight young lady . " I wonder if I frighten her , " thought Deb . But she only wondered , and did not speak . " Is this your- " " " Yes , " said Deb's mother , " the ...
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... chair . She seemed to have forgotten all about her Cluny lace . She took Deb's hand between her two soft brown ... high - chair . " Fifteen years ! " repeated the young lady , 221 <
... chair . She seemed to have forgotten all about her Cluny lace . She took Deb's hand between her two soft brown ... high - chair . " Fifteen years ! " repeated the young lady , 221 <
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... high - chair in the daytime , with her eyes shut , she saw in the sleigh on that ride , with her happy eyes wide open . She sat very still . The young lady did not talk to her , and she did not talk to the young lady . They rode and ...
... high - chair in the daytime , with her eyes shut , she saw in the sleigh on that ride , with her happy eyes wide open . She sat very still . The young lady did not talk to her , and she did not talk to the young lady . They rode and ...
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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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