StNicholas [serial] . ugh her arm and drew her gentlyto her feet. They walked a little way in silence,and then the boy burst out, no longer able torestrain himself: Katharine, I deserve to be thrashed for get-ting you into this mess, and you deserve—well—I dont know what for getting us out of it! Katharine smiled feebly. Oh, never mind all that, she protested, in avoice barely audible above the sound of the fall-ing rain. It was silly of me to sail down theNeck, anyhow. But I do mind, insisted Steve, firmly. you be my crew on the Sandpiper in therace to-morrow? She burst into a nat
StNicholas [serial] . ugh her arm and drew her gentlyto her feet. They walked a little way in silence,and then the boy burst out, no longer able torestrain himself: Katharine, I deserve to be thrashed for get-ting you into this mess, and you deserve—well—I dont know what for getting us out of it! Katharine smiled feebly. Oh, never mind all that, she protested, in avoice barely audible above the sound of the fall-ing rain. It was silly of me to sail down theNeck, anyhow. But I do mind, insisted Steve, firmly. you be my crew on the Sandpiper in therace to-morrow? She burst into a natural, hearty laugh at hisquestion. Then looking at his sober face turnedanxiously toward her, she suddenly appreciatedthat he was offering her the fullest reparation inhis power. Yes, I believe I will, Steve, she replied, stillsmiling at him. That is —if I can get dried offin time! And with peace thus established between them,the two skippers trudged up a long, muddy roadand rapped on the door of the THE PLAYING CHILD TO THE READER Come, play with me!Under the houghs of the chestnut-tree,Here and there and all about,And we can shoutAnd run In the yellow sun;And you can say,When I was eight years oldI used to play this there 11 be flowers of goldAnd silver-buckled bees,And very tall green-armored treesLike knights, And oh ! such lovely sights !The sky all satin blue,And clouds that hang in rowsLike childrens little clothes;All fluffy white they blow !And then we 11 play some more,The sunny spots are open sea,And you with me will sail and sail;And if there comes a windy gale,We 11 step upon the shore,And that will beThe shadows on the grass!And we shall watch the kinds of boatThat in the sea of sunshine float;Now there will be the dais lsy era ft With linen sails all white, And on the right The dandelion raft, What fun to see them pass! Come out this happy day! Come out with me and play ! Yes, do come out! And we will wander all about, And you shall see
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