Capitolo 10
young people climbed together a lot of the avenue in the old one
style when Tom drove four available and Nan was the better horse in the
team. Rosy, without breath, and happy, they greeted the ladies and they sat
down on the footsteps to remain, Aunt Meg that sews on the rags of his/her daughter
while Mrs Jo smoothed the mane of the Leo, and sipped the book. Daisy
seemed in a moment to greet his/her friend, and all started to speak.
'Buns for tea; better coop and you eat 'the em; Daisy never fails', says
Ted hospitably.
'He is a judge; he ate nine last time. That's why he is so fat', it added
Josie, with a look that dries up to his/her cousin that was as thin as a
wicker frame.
'I have to go and I have to see Lucy Colomba. You have a whitlow, and it are now to
cast him/it. I will take the tea to the university', answered Nan, feeling in pocket
her to be sure had not forgotten his/her case of tools.
'Thanks, I am also going there. Tom Merryweather has granulated covers,
and I promised to touch above them for him. You save the tax of a doctor and is
good practice for me. I am awkward with my thumbs', said Tom, limited to
its idol is near while he was able.
'Make to keep silent! Daisy doesn't like to feel her/it saw-bones they speak of Your job.
Buns are all right well us'; and Ted sneered pleasant, with a sight to
future favours in the line that he/she eats.
'Some news of the Commodore?' Asked Tom.
'He is in trip, and Dan hopes to come soon. I crave to see mine
boys together, and you/he/she has implored the vagabond to come to Thanks,
if not first', answered Mrs Jo, removing to the thought.
'They will come, every man of them, if theirs are able. Jack will also risk
losing a dollar in the interest of one of ours takes with the good ones the old suppers,'
Laughed Tom.
'There is the turkey that fattens up for the party. I don't now pursue never him,
but it feeds well him; and he is "swellin' the wisibly", blesses his
wands!' Said Ted, proudly pointing out the condemned bird parading
in a field of neighbouring.
'If Nat goes the last of the month we will want a joy of goodbye