Just wait," she said, "and see what your father puts on the gatepost and then you will know whether it is another brother God has sent you or a little sister.
As soon as the nine sons saw the ax on the gatepost they thought their mother had given birth to another son and at once they left home vowing never to return.
The mother agreed that if the child were a girl she would have her husband put a spindle outside on the gatepost and, if it were a boy, an ax.
The spindle that I put on thegatepost is gone," he said, "and in its place is an ax.
She leaped to her tall gatepost to give vent to her jubilant feelings, but tumbled quickly to the ground again without stopping to crow.
Then how could they bring money and pin it to the gatepost and grain sacks?
Dito (dito means I am thankful and its lots shorter to rite) cause of the muny pined to the gatepost and granesaks in the barn, but I'd be more thankful if Gale would spend it.
Someone must have lost it--" "And pinned it to the gatepost so's we could find it?
And I broke Bossy's leg and you sent us Queenie to take her place, and Faith said I was worse than Jack of the Bean Stalk, and--I bet you are the fellow that pinned the money to the gatepost and grain sacks!
Cause we found some on the gatepost the night you were here, and I thought maybe you had lost it.
He leaned, drooping, upon the gatepost, seeming to yearn toward it; his expression was such that this gatepost need not have been surprised if Noble had knelt to it.
Noble released thegatepost and appeared to slant backward.
Balancing herself on a gatepost and eating cherries was Rosie.
As we neared the girl on the gatepost Dickie gave her a careless glance.
Had Dickie's courage failed him, had he taken to the woods, or was he upbraiding her of the gatepost for the sin of conceit?
Perhaps the girl on the gatepost felt the slight of Dickie's unappreciative glance, perhaps not.
He knew well enough it was no gatepost or white birch he had seen, but the subject was full of mystery and perplexity, and he was glad to let it drop.
As to Laura, any gatepost or white birch tree in the moonlight would pass for a ghost with her.
We have always the sign on the gatepost to fall back on, you know, mother dear, but I hope it won't be necessary to put that up.
My mate, who bucked up somewhat when we were walkin', got suddenly worse again, and fell against the gatepost near beside the road, and stuck there as if glued on to the thing.
My mate was still hangin' on the gatepost when I came back, and he was as dead as a maggot.
