. The long ago. resome undiscovered jungle beast may be prowling. A last roll is given to the drum, and the armydisbands. A sudden fear seizes upon us as we realize thatnight has come and we are in the attic, alone. And with no need of further urging we scamperunceremoniously down the stairs, slam the attic door,and hurry into the kitchen where Maggie has ourtable waiting .... Eight oclock—and were all tucked away amongthe feathers again! Arent we glad we didnt go down to the river—it would have been a cold, dismal day—and per-haps they werent biting today, anyway—and weshould have gotten very
. The long ago. resome undiscovered jungle beast may be prowling. A last roll is given to the drum, and the armydisbands. A sudden fear seizes upon us as we realize thatnight has come and we are in the attic, alone. And with no need of further urging we scamperunceremoniously down the stairs, slam the attic door,and hurry into the kitchen where Maggie has ourtable waiting .... Eight oclock—and were all tucked away amongthe feathers again! Arent we glad we didnt go down to the river—it would have been a cold, dismal day—and per-haps they werent biting today, anyway—and weshould have gotten very wet. It is still raining, raining hard—pattering unceas-ingly on the roof . . And the tin eave-troughsare singing their gentle lullaby of running watertrickling from the shingles ... a lullaby sosoothing that we do not hear mother softly openthe door . . and come to our crib . .and place the little bare arms under the covers. . and leave a kiss on the yellowcurls and a benediction in the
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