Title: Half-past bedtime
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Bashford, H. H. (Henry Howarth), Sir, 1880-1961
Publisher: Boston, Houghton Mifflin
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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at he loved her after all. Then she went to the window and pulled up the blind.The storm had died down, and it had stopped snowing.Brighter than eyes at a Christmas party, the stars in theirthousands shone in the sky. Cuthbert and Doris saidthat they must be going ; and old Miss Hubbard tookthem to the front door. You must come and see me again, she said. Comeas often as you like ; and perhaps next time youll bringsome of your friends. But she never told us/3 said Cuthbert, who thegirl was.3 Why, you silly, said Doris, it was Miss Hubbardherself. 162 Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To fetch her poor dog a bone,But this Mother Hubbard in her hearts cupboard Lives in the dark alone. Sorrows grey dust on the chandelier Never a sun-ray sees,Never a finger stirs the blind, Nor the harpsichords yellow keys. Dumb is the clock with the china face, The carpet moulds on the floor ;Oh, wont you come down to her house with me And open Miss Hubbards door ? MARIANS PARTY JC ifiajjttic IcmpU
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XI MARIANS PARTY FOR a whole month after Cuthbert and Doris hadhad tea with old Miss Hubbard the snow lay whiteupon the ground, and the ice grew thick over theponds. Day after day during the Christmas holidaysthe children went skating or tobogganing ; and Cuth-bert and Doris learnt to waltz on skates, and even Marianlearnt to cut threes. And then the frost broke, and itrained all through February, and then came March withits blustering winds. Sometimes it was an east wind,drying the wet fields or powdering them over with tinysnowflakes ; and sometimes it was a west wind, shoutingin the tree-tops, with its arms full of sunshine and goldenclouds ; and the week before Marians birthday, whichwas on the ayth, was the windiest week of all, chasingpeoples hats across the tram-lines, and blowing thechimney-smoke down into their sitting-rooms. Marian always had a party on her birthday, and thisyear it was going to be a specially nice one. Twelve ofher friends were coming, and so was Uncle Joe,
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