Children’s Book - The Middle Moffat
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the middle Low Fat by Eleanor Estes, Newbery medal winning author of Ginger Pie and Pinkie Pie. Chapter one J. The Middle MOF at this is Jane the Middle, Mofaz said Jane trying to act as those Sugar Mama introducing her to one of those ladies she sewed for. That is not the way Mama actually introduced her to these ladies. Mama merrily said, This is Jane. She never added the middle Mo Phat. Jane was adding that now to see how it sounded. She was sitting under the big elm tree at the end of the long green lawn in front of the Mo Fats New House. In her lap was around rag rug. She was crashing. It kept ******* up in the middle right now and look more like a giant skull cap than a rug. Perhaps when all the more fats began to walk on it, the hump would flatten out. They would stand on it often enough because it was going to be placed on the burnt spot in front of the potbelly stove on the middle. Mo Phat Jane repeated. Not the oldest, not the oldest son, not the youngest, just the middle. Sylvie was the oldest Mofaz. When Mom introduced Sylvie to the ladies who came to try on, she always said, This is Sylvie, my oldest child. Sylvie was sweet 16 on her last birthday. Her aunt intend her 16 lumps of sugar tied with pink ribbons, all in a cluster. They were not to eat, even though sugar was karst. When your sweet 16 you get these things and you keep him, Jan explain to Rufus, who looked wide eyed at the idea of sugar you kept and did not eat. Naturally, Rufus did not know about these things. He was the youngest, just six. In fact, he was in room two. In school, he remember to do almost everything the right way, except to carry on the one in arithmetic. He often forgot to do that in the most vets house, you were apt to hear someone say, Why shall for Rufus? Because he's the little list? Or that Rufus do at first, because he is the youngest. When Mama introduced Rufus to the ladies who came to try on, she said, This is Rufus, the baby in the family. And when Mom introduced Joey to people, she would say this is Joey, my oldest son. Ever since Papa had died, Joey had become more more important in this family. He was 13. He locked the doors and close the shutters at night. He kept the coal scuttles filled and he took care of the stoves. Joey, the oldest son. But when Mama introduced Jane, she just said this is Jane. Because Mama had not figured out that Jane was Middle Mo Phat. No, but he had figured out that. But Jane Yes, this is Jane. The Middle Mo fete. Jane repeated out loud, addressing nobody in particular. Lou Catherine the cat gave her an enquiring glance and pause with her front Paul on a grass hopper. Why? Even Catherine was called Catherine the Cat. Never. Just Katherine and the sewing figure in which the MOF etc called madame, was usually referred to as Madame. The Bust. Jane should be called Jane the Middle Mo Phat. It sounded good. Jane won't to strip a bright red cloth around her kirsch. A hook. The middle of other things was good too. She thought the middle of a sandwich in the middle of a pie the middle of the night when exciting things happen in books the middle of the day. Lunchtime, the Middle Ages, though what they were, Jane was not certain. Ouch. Jane's back was getting stiff. She stretched and then settled herself comfortably against the own tree. Again. If someone came walking across ash ash bellows place and asked her who she waas, she was going to say, I'm Jane. The middle more fat, if it sounded, is good to others, as it did to her. She would ask Mama to introduce her that way to the ladies who came to try on the most. Vets had not been living on the street very long, and everybody didn't know them yet. Very likely. There were lots of people who would like to know who this girl waas sitting on the destry, how old she waas in what room she was in in school, Natural to want to know, she remembered. When a family moved to New Dollar Street, where the most vets used to live, she would want to know the same things. When she saw a strange girl, Jane, look down the street, hoping someone would come along. Here came a girl around the corner from Play Pleasant Street pulling a little boy in a Retin Express wagon. The girl kept her eye on Jane all the way up the street. She walked very slowly. Jane could see that the girl was wondering who she waas. Jane raised her head and gave her an expectant and encouraging look, but waited for the girl to speak first. She didn't know she drew up beside Jane. She and the little boy were licking pink lollipops. They watched Jane but said nothing. Well thought, Jane, if she doesn't ask me, I'll have to ask her.