. St. Nicholas [serial]. t crying. You d better be more careful of yourself,Budsy, continued Tommy. You 11 get a badtumble some day, if you dont keep off thesefences. Dont stop to stare at your scratch. Lets I879-] BUDSY, THE GIANT. IO7 go down to the shore an wash it. Salt water sgood for sores. Is it? said Budsy; and off he went on hisqueer, toddling trot, leaving Tommy far behindhim. But on the way he stopped at the baby-wagon, and commenced to fumble in the lowerpart of it, meanwhile talking baby-talk to his ittlesister. When Tommy overtook him, he had gotout a toy boat about twelve feet l
. St. Nicholas [serial]. t crying. You d better be more careful of yourself,Budsy, continued Tommy. You 11 get a badtumble some day, if you dont keep off thesefences. Dont stop to stare at your scratch. Lets I879-] BUDSY, THE GIANT. IO7 go down to the shore an wash it. Salt water sgood for sores. Is it? said Budsy; and off he went on hisqueer, toddling trot, leaving Tommy far behindhim. But on the way he stopped at the baby-wagon, and commenced to fumble in the lowerpart of it, meanwhile talking baby-talk to his ittlesister. When Tommy overtook him, he had gotout a toy boat about twelve feet long, and held it the ship working out of the bay and heading forthe open sea, while a giant, who must have beentwo or three times as big as Budsy, was vainly en-deavoring to catch it by wading. The ship was infull sail before a brisk wind. For half a minute our brave Yankee boy wasquite paralyzed with grief and despair. Then itoccurred to him that there was just one means ofescaping, and that he must try it without a mo-. THE BABY GIANT IN GRIEF. up in both his hands, looking with a grin at thesails bellying in the wind. I dot a boat, he said. Thats sloop-rigged, observed Tommy. Ican work that kind. Let s see it sail. Dere s anoder boat, added Budsy, looking offto the left and giggling with delight. Tommy looked also, and to his horror beheld ments delay. He ran after his overgrown play-mate, who by this time was squatting on the edgeof the shore, evidently with the purpose of launch-ing his boat. Hold on, Budsy ! he screamed. Dont shoveher out yet. Let me see. Do 00 want to dit in? asked the simple giant,not in the least suspecting Tommys intentions. io8 JINGLE. [December, Yes, replied Tommy, overjoyed. Let mesail her for you. I know how to work boats. The sloop was already in the water, her sternheld fast between Budsys thumb and finger, andher bows pointing toward the open sea. Tommynever minded wetting himself, but dashed knee-deep through the ripples and clambered
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