Won't crackers and raisins do ?" They had to do; and the boarders tried to be satisfied in view of the coming dinner.
All the afternoon Mother Hubbard spent between the cake-board and the mouth of the oven.
"Queen of the rolling-pin, can't you hush up this fire ?" said Dr.
Moonshine, looking at the thermometer; "we're nearly up to 'butter melts,' and I suppose you know that's ninety degrees." "Dr.Moonshine," replied Mother Hubbard, nervously, "I can't help it if the butter does melt.

We've got to have something to eat." "Papa, pin up my dress," said the baby.

"I want to do sumpin.

I want some pastry to paste a book with." "You're a real failure, Toddlekins.

Your teeth have come, and you talk and keep talking.