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1 " Maybe you could get her to do something. What’s she interested in?” “Sorrow,” said Mr. Camphor. “Misery. Grief, woe and tribulation.” “Well, I feel sorry for her,” said "
― Walter Rollin Brooks , Freddy Goes Camping
2 " My goodness,” said Freddy admiringly; “why couldn’t I have thought of that?” Mrs. Wiggins laughed comfortably. “I guess you could, all right. But you’re awful smart, Freddy, and you always try to think of new ways to do things. You invent new things that I couldn’t think up in a month of Sundays. But if you want to get something done in a hurry, the quickest way is to work with what you’ve got, seems to me.” “You’re right,” Mr. "
3 " We’ll all go in the lake if we try,” said the cow. “But anyway, I’m not going. That shore over there is the southern edge of the Adirondacks—nothing but woods for miles—and woods are no place for a cow. You "
4 " Because if you ask me, there’s something funny about this ghost business. You know, Mr. Camphor, we had some trouble with a ghost once before—that old Ignormus. But he wasn’t much of a ghost when you got to know him, and we nailed his hide to the barn door, didn’t we, Freddy? "
5 " And maybe you’ll excuse my saying so,” put in Mrs. Wiggins, “but with her, you still act as if you were five years old yourself. "
6 " Land sakes, up to a certain point you do,” said Mrs. Wiggins. “But when the guest has such bad manners that she yells at you and orders you out of your own home, she isn’t a guest any more. And doing what she tells you is all right too, when you’re five, or even when you’re twenty. "
7 " I still don’t see why you let her get away with it,” said Mrs. Wiggins. “Why, because I didn’t want to get her mad.” “But she couldn’t get mad; she was mad anyway. "