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Title: Half-past bedtime
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Bashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir, 1880-1961
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Publisher: Boston, Houghton Mifflin
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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lowed to fade away/ Then He bent still lower and gave Bella a kiss, andthe tall angels led her outside the gate ; and thats whyit is that the apples in little girls cheeks are almost theoldest kind in the world/3 Uncle Joe lit his pipe. From where they were sittingthey could see the country for miles and miles. Down70 Uncle Joes Story below them the town looked quite small, and the spire ofSt Peters Church just like a toy spire. Far behind it,beyond the level cornlands, the sun was dropping intothe evening mists. It grew rosier and rosier, until italmost looked like an apple itself. Mr Parker winked atMarian. Rough weather/ he said, in the Baltic.Then he spat in his hands and rubbed them together. Well, I must be getting along, he said, with thishere lawn-mowing. Eden had an apple-tree, Eve a little daughter,Tried to do as mother did, But the Good Lord caught her. Wherefore tis ordained, He said, Here and in all places,Children shall henceforward wearApples in their faces.1 BEARDY NED
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BEARDY NED NEAR Uncle Joes house there was a small poolwhich was really the beginning of a river ; andthis river ran into a bigger one that flowedthrough the town in which Marian and Cuthbert lived.The big river was rather muddy, but the little one wasnearly always clear, and it was quite easy to paddle acrossit, though there were some pools in it six feet deep. Up in the downs, where it began, it was hardly morethan a bubbly trickle, but lower down it grew wider andwider, and ran between the reeds at the edges of themeadows. Close to Captain Jeremys farmhouse, whereit joined the big river that flowed through the town, itran for almost a quarter of a mile through the middle ofa sort of wood. It was under the roots of some of thesetrees, as they pushed through the water into the soilbeneath, that the biggest of the trout had their nests,where fishermen with flies couldnt reach them. Butthere were some big trout, too, that lived under themeadow banks, and used to put up their noses in t

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