BIG BROTHER ***
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BIG BROTHER
[Illustration: ROBIN]
"_Cosy Corner Series_"
BIG BROTHER
BY
ANNIE FELLOWS-JOHNSTON
[Illustration]
BOSTON JOSEPH KNIGHT COMPANY 1894
COPYRIGHT, 1893 BY JOSEPH KNIGHT COMPANY
[Illustration: ILLUSTRATIONS]
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ROBIN _Frontispiece_
"A BAREFOOT GIRL WEARING A SUNBONNET" 1
"MRS. ESTEL WAS LISTENING TO LITTLE SCRAPS OF HISTORY," ETC. 9
"THE LITTLE WHITE COTTAGE IN NEW JERSEY," 19
"ROBIN FOLLOWED HIM EVERYWHERE" 21
"STEVEN WOULD COAX HIM OVER IN A CORNER TO LOOK AT THE BOOK" 23
"THE BLACK DANCING BEAR HAD ALWAYS TO BE PUT TO BED" 26
"ONCE HE TOOK A BALL OF YARN TO ROLL AFTER THE WHITE KITTEN" 29
"HE WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM THE HOUSE," ETC. 43
"THEY COMMENCED TO BUILD A SNOW MAN" 54
BIG BROTHER.
Every coach on the long western-bound train was crowded with passengers. Dust and smoke poured in at the windows and even the breeze seemed hot as it blew across the prairie cornfields burning in the July sun.
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It was a relief when the engine stopped at last in front of a small village depot. There was a rush for the lunch counter and the restaurant door, where a noisy gong announced dinner.
"Blackberries! blackberries!" called a shrill little voice on the platform. A barefoot girl, wearing a sunbonnet, passed under the car windows, holding up a basket full, that shone like great black beads. A gentleman who had just helped two ladies to alight from the steps of a parlor car called to her and began to fumble in his pockets for the right change.
"Blackberries! blackberries!" sang another voice mockingly. This time it came from a roguish-looking child, hanging half-way out of a window in the next car. He was a little fellow, not more than three years old. His hat had fallen off, and his sunny tangle of curls shone around a face so unusually beautiful that both ladies uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"Look, papa! Look, Mrs. Estel!" exclaimed the younger of the two. "Oh, isn't he a perfect picture! I never saw such eyes, or such delicate coloring. It is an ideal head."
"Here, Grace," exclaimed her father, laughingly. "Don't forget your berries in your enthusiasm. It hasn't been many seconds since you were going into raptures over them. They certainly are the finest I ever saw."
The girl took several boxes from her basket, and held them up for the ladies to choose. Grace took one mechanically, her eyes still fixed on the child in the window.
"I'm going to make friends with him!" she exclaimed impulsively. "Let's walk down that way. I want to speak to him."
"Blackberries!" sang the child again, merrily echoing the cry that came from the depths of the big sunbonnet as it passed on.
