Title:  Kernel Cob And Little Miss Sweetclover

Author:  George Mitchel

Release Date:  November 23, 2004 [eBook #14110]

Language:  English

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KERNEL COB AND LITTLE MISS SWEETCLOVER

Written by

GEORGE MITCHEL

Illustrated by Tony Sarg

1918

To Ursula, Dordie, Hutch and Bob And children the wide world over, I dedicate brave Kernel Cob And dear Little Miss Sweetclover.

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CHAPTER I

Jackie was a little boy and he had a little sister named Peggs, and they lived with their Aunt who was very old, maybe thirty-two.

And it was so very long since she had been a little girl, that she quite forgot that children need toys to play with and all that.

So poor little Jackie and Peggs had no soldiers or dolls but could only play at make-believe all day long.

They lived in a little white house nearly all covered with honeysuckle, and a little white fence with a little white gate in it ran all about and at the back of the little white house was a little garden with beautiful flowers growing in it.

And once, when they were making pies in the garden, Peggs began to cry and Jackie ran and put his arms about her, for he loved his little Peggs very dearly; and he said to her: 

“What’s the matter, Peggsie?  Did a spider bite you?”

“No,” says Peggs, “it didn’t.”

“Was it a naughty worm?”

“No,” says Peggs, “it wasn’t.”

“Well, what was it?” says Jackie.

“It weren’t anything that bit me, only I want a doll,” and away she cried again.

“Huh!” says Jackie, “that’s nothing.  You don’t want a doll any mor’n I want a soldier,” and he sat down beside her and began to cry, too.

And after they had cried for a long time, maybe four hours or two, they stopped.

“I tell you what!” says Jackie.

“What?” says Peggs, drying her eyes on her pinafore.