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    Seven O'Clock Stories
    Seven O'Clock Stories
    Seven O'Clock Stories
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    Seven O'Clock Stories

    By Robert Gordon Anderson

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    "Seven O'Clock Stories" by Robert Gordon Anderson. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 5, 2019
    ISBN4064066245863

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      Seven O'Clock Stories - Robert Gordon Anderson

      Robert Gordon Anderson

      Seven O'Clock Stories

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      [email protected]

      EAN 4064066245863

      Table of Contents

      FIRST NIGHT THE THREE HAPPY CHILDREN

      SECOND NIGHT THE PLAYMATES OF THE THREE HAPPY CHILDREN

      THIRD NIGHT NOISY FOLKS

      FOURTH NIGHT JUST BEFORE SUPPER

      FIFTH NIGHT THE TOYMAN

      SIXTH NIGHT THE WILLOW WHISTLE

      SEVENTH NIGHT MR. SCARECROW

      EIGHTH NIGHT THE PRETTIEST FAIRY STORY IN THE WORLD

      NINTH NIGHT ANOTHER TRUE FAIRY STORY

      TENTH NIGHT THE HAPPY ENDING OF THE ORIOLE'S STORY

      ELEVENTH NIGHT MOTHER HEN AND ROBBER HAWK

      TWELFTH NIGHT ABOUT DUCKIE THE STEPCHILD AND THE LITTLE SHIP

      THIRTEENTH NIGHT THE TALL ENEMY

      FOURTEENTH NIGHT THE SLEIGH AND THE TINY REINDEER

      FIFTEENTH NIGHT JACK FROST AND THE MAN-IN-THE-MOON

      SIXTEENTH NIGHT SLOSHIN'

      SEVENTEENTH NIGHT THE CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN

      EIGHTEENTH NIGHT THE JOLLY CLOWN

      NINETEENTH NIGHT WIENERWURST'S BRAVE BATTLE

      TWENTIETH NIGHT THE LIONS OF THE NORTH WIND

      FIRST NIGHT

      THE THREE HAPPY CHILDREN

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      Not once upon a time but just now, in a white house by the side of a road, live three happy children.

      Their mother and father gave them very odd names, for two old uncles and one aunt, which pleased the old people very much. Their names are all written in the big family Bible,—Jehosophat Green, Marmaduke Green, and Hepzebiah Green.

      Jehosophat is just seven years old. His birthday comes on Thanksgiving Day this year. It does not come on Thanksgiving Day every year, of course. See if you can guess why.

      Marmaduke is five, going on six, he always says. Little Hepzebiah, who toddles after her brothers, tells everyone who comes to visit that she is half-past three. She heard her brother say this once and she imitates all he does and says. Perhaps that is why her father calls her a little monkey.

      These happy children all live in the country. They do not know much about elevated trains and subways and automobiles and moving pictures but they do know a great deal about flowers and birds and chestnuts and picnics and lots of things which you would like too, if you lived in the country.

      Each place you see has its advantages. All good is not found in the country, nor all in the city. If we keep both eyes open we will see lots of enjoyable and beautiful things wherever we are.

      The house in which Jehosophat and Marmaduke and Hepzebiah live is large. It has many rooms to sleep in and eat in and play in. It is painted white and has wide windows with green blinds.

      Around the house are large trees. The branches seem to pat the house lovingly and to protect the children when the sun is too hot or the rain comes down too fast.

      They are fine for swings and bird-houses, these trees, and some throw down acorns and others cones and soft pine needles for the children to play with.

      Behind the house and gardens are red barns, chicken yards—and oh lots of animals,—the three dogs, Rover, Brownie, and little yellow Wienerwurst and all the rest. You will come to know them later. Each has his funny ways and queer tricks just like people. Around the house are fields with growing plants and oh—we almost forgot the pond where Jehosophat and his brother sail boats.

      Mother, that is Mrs. Green, is not too thin nor yet too plump. She is just what a mother ought to be, with kind, shining eyes, and soft cheeks. She is always cooking things or doing things for Jehosophat and Marmaduke and little Hepzebiah.

      Father—the neighbours call him Neighbour Green—is very strong. He can lift big weights and manage bad horses. He can do lots of work and yet somehow he finds time to do things for the children too.

      His eyes are blue, while mother's are brown. When he laughs, Marmaduke thinks it sounds like the church-bells on Sunday. Once he had a moustache but that went when mother said he would look younger without it. Now sometimes, when he works hard, he does not have time to shave every day. On Sunday mornings Hepzebiah loves to watch him take the brush and cup. The cup has flowers painted on it. When he turns the brush in the cup it makes something like whipped cream, or the top of mother's lemon pies.

      And after he takes it off with the razor his face is red and shiny and smooth. Hepzebiah always likes to kiss her father, but she likes to kiss him best on Sunday mornings.

      Tonight you have met all the family so we must stop for the clock says after seven. Tomorrow we will meet all the animals and they are really part of the family too.

      SECOND NIGHT

      THE PLAYMATES OF THE THREE HAPPY CHILDREN

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      The three happy children have many playmates, who live in the barnyard. Some have four feet and some only two, but these have two wings besides to make up for the missing feet.

      Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah like the dogs best. And just as there are three children so there are three dogs. Let's shake hands with them, one by one.

      The great big dog is named Rover, the middle-sized one Brownie, and the little yellow curly one Wienerwurst.

      A wise fellow is Rover. From a cold country called Newfoundland his great grandfather came. And he seems to think life is a very serious matter. His coat is black with snow-white patches. His hair curls a little. It feels very soft when you lay your head against it.

      He doesn't play as much as the other two doggies. But once when Hepzebiah fell in the pond after her doll, Rover swam in and caught her dress in his mouth and brought her to shore. Not long after that Mr. Green gave him a new shiny collar.

      Brownie is a terrier and is coloured like his name. He is a frisky dog and often chases the horses and buggies that go up and down the road in front of the house. Sometimes the drivers lash at him with their long whips but he is too quick for them and scampers out of their reach.

      The funniest doggie in all the world is little yellow Wienerwurst. He is even more full of mischief than Brownie and loves to run after all the other animals in the barnyard.

      When the pigeons fly down from their little house on the top of the barn to take an afternoon walk and perhaps pick up a few extra grains of corn, this little yellow doggie spoils all their fun. He soon sends them flying back to their house on the roof, where they chatter and coo in great excitement. But they do not lose their tempers like Mr. Stuckup, the turkey, or old Miss Crosspatch, the guinea-hen with the ugly voice.

      Once little Wienerwurst caught a pretty pigeon by its tail and bit it. Then Mr. Green took him over his knee, just as he did Jehosophat when he threw a stone at the window, and spanked little Wienerwurst.

      Each dog has a house. One is big, one middle-sized, and one small, and each has a door to fit the doggie who lives there. Their houses are called kennels, and they are something like the pigeon's home way up on the roof.

      The pigeons are very pretty, grey and white and pink coloured. When the sun shines brightly their necks shine too, like the rainbow silk dress which Mrs. Green wears whenever there is a wedding.

      One pair of the pigeons sit a great deal of the time on the ridge-pole of the barn and swell out their chests like proud, fat policemen. Farmer Green calls them pouter pigeons.

      They do not have harsh voices like the guinea-hen or the old black crows which steal the corn from the field when Mr. Scarecrow gets tired and goes to sleep. (We will introduce you to Mr. Scarecrow some evening very soon.) But the voices of the pigeons are soft and low like mother's, especially when Hepzebiah is sick and she sings her to sleep.

      They will not have much to do with the chickens, these pigeons. Perhaps they are like the people who live on the top floor of tall city houses and do not go down often to talk with the people in the streets.

      What a lot of chickens Farmer Green has! Almost two hundred, if they would ever stay still long enough for Jehosophat to count them. They are called White Wyandottes and they are very white and plump, with combs as red as geraniums.

      You know there are many kinds of chickens just as there are many kinds of people, English, French, and Americans. Rhode Island Reds, Plymouth Rocks, Cochins, and Leghorns are some of the chicken family names, but Jehosophat's father does not believe in mixing families, he says, so only the White Wyandottes live on the Green farm.

      Jehosophat and Marmaduke love the big rooster best. The red comb on the top of his head has teeth like a carpenter's saw, and is so large

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