The New England magazine . sweet, fat, pink andwhite little girl with whom Ishared all my secrets. We hada post office together on the sandhill back of the schoolhouse, asequestered hole in the groundcovered with a flat stone, whereinwe deposited our letters to eachother. We were so seldom apartit was hard to escape each otherlong enough to deposit Susie had not beenwith me on the checkerberryhunt — I think she may havebeen mailing her daily letter tome — and had consequently beendismissed at the regular was my joy when I steppedsadly out into the world againto find Su
The New England magazine . sweet, fat, pink andwhite little girl with whom Ishared all my secrets. We hada post office together on the sandhill back of the schoolhouse, asequestered hole in the groundcovered with a flat stone, whereinwe deposited our letters to eachother. We were so seldom apartit was hard to escape each otherlong enough to deposit Susie had not beenwith me on the checkerberryhunt — I think she may havebeen mailing her daily letter tome — and had consequently beendismissed at the regular was my joy when I steppedsadly out into the world againto find Susie and Joe sitting onthe stone step, patiently waiting forme. I lived nearer to the school-house than they, so they had to leaveme by the way and go on togetherquite a bit farther. I often urgedmy father to buy a house out on thestreet where they lived. He didlater, but I was eighteen then,Susie was through school and keep-ing house for her father, for hermother had died, and they saidshe was engaged to young Captain. i THE SHIPYARD OLD SCHOOL DAYS ON THE MAINK COAST 477
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