ONCE upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town.
One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard crying-- oh, she did cry so
THE Kitten went on washing her white paws; so Lucie asked a speckled hen--
Cock Robin looked sideways at Lucie with his bright black eye, and he flew over a stile and away.
THERE was a nice hot singey smell; and at the table, with an iron in her hand stood a very stout short person staring anxiously at Lucie.
Her little black nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and underneath her cap--where Lucie had yellow curls--that little person had PRICKLES!
From the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day, was straining off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr.
Darnay, and for Miss Lucie, and--Miss Lucie, do you not think I may speak for us all?
My father," said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his.
Nina and Jan, and a little girl named Lucie, kept shyly pointing out to me the shelves of glass jars.
The older children turned back when we reached the hedge, but Jan and Nina and Lucie crept through it by a hole known only to themselves and hid under the low-branching mulberry bushes.
Little Lucie whispered to me that they were going to have a parlour carpet if they got ninety cents for their wheat.