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John Pearce, the Colporteur; Or, What Shall We Read? by the Author of 'miss Grey's Text'.
John Pearce the Colporteur Or What Shall We Read by the Author of 'miss Grey's Text' Author:John Pearce General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1880 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV. HELPING MY NEIGHBOUR. ISSY ! Cissy ! Where on earth has the child got to ? Where is your sister, Will ? " " Do you want her particularly, mother ? " said Will, from the top of the tall pear tree, where he was busy picking the ripe yellow pears, putting them carefully into a basket, which was balanced between two branches. " Want her ? why of course I do. Here's baking dayr and I as busy as can be, and ever since she cleared up after breakfast she has never been nigh me, and there's your father's shirts waiting to be finished off, besides no end of patching for you boys. Just mind how you come down there when you do come; those trousers are dreadful thin at the knee." "All right," said Will, who inherited his father's good- temper, " but I wish I might wear corduroy; then it wouldn't matter." " You'd have to wear canvas if you were a sailor, Will," piped a small voice from the grass beneath, where three or four children were picking up the stray pears that fell from over-ripeness. Mrs. Cooper turned round upon the last speaker with some sharpness : " He ain't going to be a sailor, so don't you talk;" then adding, in a milder tone, " But, Will, wherever is Cissy ? " Will poised his basket more steadily than before, and, without a word, slipped down from his high positionlanding safely on the grass below. His mother looked into his merry eyes and her face softened at once. Will was her right hand, her eldest son, who was ten times more of a help to her than her eldest daughter had ever been. " Do find her, there's a good boy. I've got no more time to waste, or my bread will be burn...« less