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IKE AND LION.
“Well, what upon earth are you doing now?” said
Mrs. Partington, with a tone of anxiety in her voice,
and a large iron spoon in her hand, as Lion rushed into
the kitchen, followed by Ike. The dog was almost
covered up with a thick, coarse coffee-bag, and, in perfect
sympathy with Ike, who was laughing tremendously,
he wagged his caudality as if he liked the fun.
“What upon earth are you doing now?” was a ques
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"Thats a crinoline, aunt," said Ike, "don't you think it's very overcoming." P. 30.
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the old lady's face, with his mouth open and his eyes
glistening, as much as to say, “Look at me, Mistress
P., for I am all dressed up, you see.” But he did n't
say anything. “That 's a crinoline, aunt,” said Ike;
“don't you think it 's very overcoming?” — “Yes; I
declare,” said she, “I think it comes over him a good
deal; but you had better take it off, for it makes him
look very ridiculous.” — “It 's all the fashion,” said
Ike. — “All the fiddlestick!” replied she; “and how
should I look in the fashion, all hooped up like a mashtub?
Should n't I look well? No, dear, no. I don 't
want to portend to be more than I really am; and, if I
have n't been made so unanimous as some, I don't want
to cast no reflections on heaven for not making me
no larger, by rigging on artificial purportions. It used
to be the remark of Elder Stick that every tub should
stand on its own bottom; and, though this may n't have
nothing to do with it, I want to see folks jest as they
are. And now what are you at?” cried she, breaking off
in her subject shorter than pie-crust; and well she might,
for Lion was parading the floor in great glee, with
one of the dame's night-caps upon his head, tied snugly
under the chin, while Ike stood looking on, with great
complacency. “Dear me,” said she, dropping into a chair,
“I am afraid your predestination will not be a good one,
if you go on so; and little boys who tease their aunts
don't go to heaven, by a great sight.” Ike was much
subdued by this, and, taking advantage of her momentary
abstraction and three doughnuts, he whistled for
Lion, and went out to play.
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