"Please, grandma, don't sweep 'em into the bag; let us look some more.

I've just found a big Lisle glove; if I can find another, then Abner can go blackberrying; he says his hands are ever so tender." "And you thought he was in earnest," said Prudy.

"While you are looking, I'll go into the nursery and finish that holder." Flyaway, having climbed upon the table, had rolled herself into some mosquito netting, like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

They were all so much interested, that grandma, in the kindness of her heart, did not like to disturb them.
"You are welcome to all the treasures you can find, but as soon as the cake is made I shall want the table; so be quick," said she, looking out from the pantry, where she was beating eggs.
"Yes, indeed, grandma, we'll hurry; and may we have every single thing we like the looks of?
now, honest." "Yes, Dotty." Then Mrs.Parlin and Miss Louise talked about currants, and citron, and quite forgot such trifles as rag-bags.
"Here's another big glove," said Dotty, "not the same color, but no matter; and here are some saddle-bags, Jennie.

I'm going to be a doctor." "Saddle-bags, Dotty! those are pockets." Jennie took them from Miss Dimple's hands.