a cat uses

a cat uses

You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat doesbul you lei a eat gel excited once: you let a cat get to pulling fur wilh another cal on a shed, nights, and you'll hear grammar lhat w ill give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people Timberland think it's the NOISE which fighting cats make lhal is so aggravating, but it ain't so; il's the sickening grammar they use. Now I've never heard a jay use bad grammar bul very seldom: and when they do. they arc as ashamed as a human;     they shut right down and leave.
AS a preface is the only place where an author can with propriety explain a purpose or apologize for shortcomings, I venture to avail myself of the privilege to make a statement for the benefit of my readers.
As the first    part of "An Old-Fashioned Girl" was written in 1869, the demand for a sequel, in beseeching little letters that made Timberland Outlet refusal impossible, rendered it necessary to carry my heroine boldly forward some six or seven years into the future. The domestic nature of the story makes this audacious proceeding possible; while the lively fancies of my young readers will supply all deficiencies, and overlook all discrepancies.
This explanation will, I trust, relieve those well-regulated minds, who cannot conceive of such literary lawlessness, from the bewilderment which they suffered when the same experiment was tried in a former book.
double-shuffle on the door-mat, Tom retired to the dining-room, to restore exhausted nature with half a dozen cookies."Ain't you tired to death? Don't you want to lie down?" said Fanny, sitting on the side of the bed in Polly's room, and chattering hard, while she examined everything her friend had on.
"Not a bit. I had a nice time coming, and no trouble, except the tipsy coachman; but Tom got out and kept him in order, so I wasn't much frightened," Timberland Boots answered innocent Polly, taking off her rough-and-ready coat, and the plain hat without a bit of a feather.
"Fiddlestick! he wasn't tipsy; and Cheap Timberland Boots Tom only did it   to get out of the way. He can't bear girls," said Fanny, with a superior air.
"Can't he? Why, I thought he was very pleasant and kind!" and Polly opened her eyes with a surprised expression.
"He's an awful boy, my dear; and if you have anything to do with him, he'll torment you to death. Boys are all horrid; but he's the hor-ridest one I ever saw."
Fanny went to a fashionable school, where the young ladies were so busy with their French, German, and Italian, that there was no time for good English. Feeling her confidence much shaken in the youth, Polly privately resolved to let him alone, and changed the conversation, by saying, as she looked admiringly about the large, handsome room, "How splendid it is! I never slept in a bed with curtains before, or had such a fine toilet-table as this."
"I'm glad you like it; but don't, for mercy sake, say such things before the other girls!" replied Fanny, wishing Polly would wear earrings, as every one else did.

Uploaded 12/09/2010
  • 0 Favorites
  • Flag
  • Stumble
  • More


  • Get our free newsletter

    Amazing new updates!