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Creator: Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888
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his desk with an energy which made Jenny skip to her seat with unusual rapidity. "Young ladies, attention, if you please!" At the stern order the buzz ceased, and fifty pairs of blue, black, gray, and brown eyes were obediently fixed upon his awful countenance. "Miss March, come to the desk." Amy rose to comply with outward composure, but a secret fear oppressed her, for the limes weighed upon her conscience. "Bring with you the limes you have in your desk," was the unexpected command which arrested her before she got out of her seat. "Don't take all." whispered her neighbor, a young lady of great presence of mind. Amy hastily shook out half a dozen and laid the rest down before Mr. Davis, feeling that any man possessing a human heart would relent when that delicious perfume met his nose. Unfortunately, Mr. Davis particularly detested the odor of the fashionable pickle, and disgust added to his wrath.
Tik-Tok of Oz

Title: Tik-Tok of Oz Author: L. Frank Baum Edition: 11 Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII Release Date: June, 1997 [Etext #956] [This file was last updated on February 21, 2002] The Project Gutenberg Etext of Tik-Tok of Oz, by L. Frank Baum *****This file should be named 08woz11.txt or 08woz11.zip***** Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, 08woz12.txt VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, 08woz11a.txt This Etext was prepared for Project Gutenberg by Anthony Matonac. Proofreading and corrections by Paul Selkirk, January 2002.
"Is that all?" "Not quite," stammered Amy. "Bring the rest immediately." With a despairing glance at her set, she obeyed. "You are sure there are no more?" "I never lie, sir." "So I see. Now take these disgusting things two by two, and throw them out of the window." There was a simultaneous sigh, which created quite a little gust, as the last hope fled, and the treat was ravished from their longing lips. Scarlet with shame and anger, Amy went to and fro six dreadful times, and as each doomed couple, looking oh, so plump and juicy, fell from her reluctant hands, a shout from the street completed the anguish of the girls, for it told them that their feast was being exulted over by the little Irish children, who were their sworn foes. This--this was too much. All flashed indignant or appealing glances at the inexorable Davis, and one passionate lime lover burst into tears.