. Harper's young people . ey were well under way Lance inquiredof Nan, Do you want to go and see an old boat-builder Iknow . Nan professed herself only too delighted. Lance rowedon. The river ran very widely just here, and Nan manyyears later remembered just that moment—the look of theclearly flowing water, the May sky, Lances strong youngfigure. She felt more hopeful than she had thought itpossible ever to be the day before. The boat-builders workshop was a roomy though ratherdilapidated building, near the waters edge, just above alittle bank of tangled greens. He kept a dozen boats forhire,
. Harper's young people . ey were well under way Lance inquiredof Nan, Do you want to go and see an old boat-builder Iknow . Nan professed herself only too delighted. Lance rowedon. The river ran very widely just here, and Nan manyyears later remembered just that moment—the look of theclearly flowing water, the May sky, Lances strong youngfigure. She felt more hopeful than she had thought itpossible ever to be the day before. The boat-builders workshop was a roomy though ratherdilapidated building, near the waters edge, just above alittle bank of tangled greens. He kept a dozen boats forhire, and these were rocking gently near the bank. pulled up and helped Nan out, the boatman cameto the door of his workshop, and nodded pleasantly. Hewas a tall, grizzled old man, with a face full of puck-ers, some of which seemed to have gotten there by laugh-ing. How do you do, Mr. Blake ? said Lance, pleasantly. May I bring my little cousin in to see the boat yourebuilding . 156 HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME LANCE, FOLLOWED BY XAN, CARRIED THE CHILD. Certain, certain, said the old man; and he turnedaround and led the way into the shop, where a long shellwas turned upside down on trestles, and which Lance ex-amined with delight, for he had all a young collegiansenthusiasm for boating. Nan looked on, interested in theconversation which went back and forth rapidly betweenLance and the old man. Then she sauntered back to theriver door, where she was suddenly attracted by the sightof a little boy. He was a child apparently nine or ten years of age, andhis face was pinched and pitiably haggard. He-stood verystill near Lances boat, from which he now glanced uptimidly at Nan in the shop door. Please, he said, in a tired sort of voice, is there anyjob about I could get ? Oh! said Nan, quickly (her heart was impulsivelyfull of compassion). She ran down nearer to the little boy,who suddenly turned whiter than before, and staggeredagainst one of the posts of the small pier.
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