. St. Nicholas [serial]. take you right away,But I go to bed at seven And they never dance by we fill our shoes with fern seed From the ferns beside the can watch the fairies dancing And not be seen at 11 go through the kitchen garden,— Do you really think we can?—Out into the fairy forest To play with Peter Pan. AN OUTING ADVENTURE(A True Story) BY HOPE WHITTEN (AGE II) Daddy, Mother, and I were going to make a visit at myuncles home in Norfolk, Connecticut. In the morning we arrived at Pittsfield and were metby the car, driven by my cousin Peter. When we wereon Giants D
. St. Nicholas [serial]. take you right away,But I go to bed at seven And they never dance by we fill our shoes with fern seed From the ferns beside the can watch the fairies dancing And not be seen at 11 go through the kitchen garden,— Do you really think we can?—Out into the fairy forest To play with Peter Pan. AN OUTING ADVENTURE(A True Story) BY HOPE WHITTEN (AGE II) Daddy, Mother, and I were going to make a visit at myuncles home in Norfolk, Connecticut. In the morning we arrived at Pittsfield and were metby the car, driven by my cousin Peter. When we wereon Giants Despair (Monument Mountain) just beyondIndian Maidens Leap, we saw a car skidding from oneside of the road to the other. It was very slippery withrain and oil, and there was a cliff on one side of the roadand a precipice with a fence on the other. Peter put onthe brakes, and our car skidded. First we crashed back-ward into the fence, which held us from going down themountain-side, and then rebounded and went into the. NEIGHBORS. BY MARY JOY REEVE, AGE 12(SILVER BADGE) next section of fence, head first. That also held; and ongetting out, we discovered that a wheel was broken. Peter went to Great Barrington to get a wheel, andas the road was blocked by our car. Daddy walked onto a curve to signal approaching cars to slow down. Before he reached the curve, a car crashed into ours onone side, and then smashed into the cliff, breaking oneof its wheels. Just then a taxicab came from GreatBarrington to take us to Norfolk. The driver said thatthe road was so dangerous that there were sometimesseveral accidents a week in this spot. Every one agreed that we had had a narrow escape. BY THE SEA BY CAROLINE RANKIN (AGE 15) (Honor Member)The loud resort is left behind. From noise and mirth I flee;And calm and peace and rest I find Beside the summer sea. The tide is low, the sun creeps slow Into the golden west,And sends a path of crimson glow To where I lie at rest. Out yonder, where the
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