1 It was too bad to laugh at the poor little jelly pots.
2 it up, and boiled it in the big pot, mashed some of it.
3 John did not find Meg's beauty diminished, though she beamed at him from behind the familiar coffee pot.
4 No one could resist her persuasive nods, or the fragrant invitation issuing from the nose of the coffee pot.
5 Home came four dozen delightful little pots, half a barrel of sugar, and a small boy to pick the currants for her.
6 One edition of jelly was trickled from pot to pot, another lay upon the floor, and a third was burning gaily on the stove.
7 "A gloomy wood," according to the one playbill, was represented by a few shrubs in pots, green baize on the floor, and a cave in the distance.
8 With this idea in her head, she hailed an approaching omnibus with such a hasty gesture that the daisies flew out of the pot and were badly damaged.
9 John was requested to order home a dozen or so of little pots and an extra quantity of sugar, for their own currants were ripe and were to be attended to at once.
10 "Now you have been good children, and I'll play anything you like," says Meg, as she leads her assistant cooks upstairs, when the pudding is safely bouncing in the pot.
11 This cave was made with a clothes horse for a roof, bureaus for walls, and in it was a small furnace in full blast, with a black pot on it and an old witch bending over it.
12 Those are people whom it's a satisfaction to help, for if they've got genius, it's an honor to be allowed to serve them, and not let it be lost or delayed for want of fuel to keep the pot boiling.
13 Very clever were some of their productions, pasteboard guitars, antique lamps made of old-fashioned butter boats covered with silver paper, gorgeous robes of old cotton, glittering with tin spangles from a pickle factory, and armor covered with the same useful diamond shaped bits left in sheets when the lids of preserve pots were cut out.