My 4, 2, 9 is a boy's nickname. My 6, 7, 8, 3 is an animal. My 1, 8, 3, 5 is a participle. My 6, 5, 2, 4 is an ore. My whole is a beautiful flower.
1. A letter. 2. A tin vessel. 3. An unpleasant experience. 4. A camp. 5. A state of distress. 6. Deprived of moisture. 7. A letter.
1. My whole is a useful article. Behead, and leave a bird. Curtail, and leave part of a lady's dress.
2. My whole is liked by children. Behead, and leave skill. Curtail, and leave the produce of a tree.
1. Reverse a kitchen utensil, and get a boy's plaything. 2. Reverse a mineral, and get knocks. 3. Reverse a verb, and get an epoch. 4. Reverse to boast, and get apparel.
1. B--r--s--f--f--a--h--r--l--c--t--g--t--e--. 2. A--a--c--c--p--t--e--e--b--i--s--.
1. I am flexible, thinner than glass, round when standing still, and oval when shaken. I burst at a touch, or when I strike anything solid. In a dead calm I slowly sink, in a little wind I float, in a strong breeze I rise.
2. My outside is hard. My inside is soft, and good to eat. My middle is neither hard nor soft, and is not good to eat.
Now, little bright eyes, who am I? My heart is hard, my cheek is round; I swing beneath the earth and sky, The merry sunbeams kiss me oft, Till I grow big and sweet and soft, And then, for your delight, am found.
Clock. Rash. In. Crick. Knight. Ebony. Trap. Whole word, Cricket.
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Brick, bat! Brickety, bat! A woolly dog and a little cat Sat in the barn door, enjoying the sun, Watching their chance to have some fun.
Rick, rous! Rickety, rous! A good-sized rat and very small mouse Sat on the edge of the horse's manger, Never giving a thought to danger.
"Bow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!" Barked Mr. Dog to Pussy Meow: "I'm going to catch that rat, while you Can have the mouse to make a stew."