. St. Nicholas [serial] . s which, however serviceable andshapely, were never designed, certainlv, forparty wear. And it happens to be my birth-day, too, and Nettie said she chose that day onpurpose, and so I really ought to go, and yethow can I ? Deane knew better than to propose buyinga new pair. He understood well enough thatMollys widowed mother could nt afford thisbit of finery,— that, at any rate, Molly thoughtshe could nt and would nt ask her,— or no-thing would have been said about it. So hehad nothing to reply, except that it was an the vireo s nest. 619 awful shame, or something equa
. St. Nicholas [serial] . s which, however serviceable andshapely, were never designed, certainlv, forparty wear. And it happens to be my birth-day, too, and Nettie said she chose that day onpurpose, and so I really ought to go, and yethow can I ? Deane knew better than to propose buyinga new pair. He understood well enough thatMollys widowed mother could nt afford thisbit of finery,— that, at any rate, Molly thoughtshe could nt and would nt ask her,— or no-thing would have been said about it. So hehad nothing to reply, except that it was an the vireo s nest. 619 awful shame, or something equally wise andcomforting, and steadily forced the boat alongthe winding lane of water, which was fleckedwith dancing patches of the spring sunshinethat came down between the leaves, as if toshow them how, a few months later, they them-selves would be bobbing and whirling downthe current. I wish, sighed Molly, after a bit of silence, that we girls had some way of earning a dol-lar, now and then, for such odds and ends of. JACK STEADILY FORCED THE BOAT ALONG THE WINDING LANE OF WATER. uses. And then, as if well aware that the ladhad no method of money-making to propose,she dismissed the subject, and went to talkingabout the ants she had been watching on thesycamore. They were as busy as they could be —dozens of em — in carrying out little whitebundles, cocoons, I suppose, twice as big asthemselves, and throwing them down to otherants at the foot of the tree. Probably they were the cocoons of someintruder, like a carpenter-bee, which they wereturning out of doors, said Jack. So I thought; but they were cute about it,for though once in a while they would bringout a small cocoon and simply throw it on theground and leave it, they never failed to carryall of the big kind to the edge of the water andtoss them into it, sometimes having to go downa second time and shove them off when theyfell a little short. Was nt that sharp ? Now,those ants must have known that it was neces-sary
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