. Little folks in Busy-land . o you can read them when I get home. Your loving daughter, CLARA. 37 Early the next morning Bertha and Bernard andtheir father went with Clara to the boat. Such afunny, funny boat! thought Clara as Uncle Blackhelped her to a seat. It is all black—the sails, themast, the flag, and even the captains suit. Good-by! Come again! called Bertha and Ber-nard as the little boat sailed away. Good-by ! I surely will! called Clara, wavingher hand. She waved until her cousins were liketiny specks on the shore. Then she gazed about insurprise. Something wonderful had happened w
. Little folks in Busy-land . o you can read them when I get home. Your loving daughter, CLARA. 37 Early the next morning Bertha and Bernard andtheir father went with Clara to the boat. Such afunny, funny boat! thought Clara as Uncle Blackhelped her to a seat. It is all black—the sails, themast, the flag, and even the captains suit. Good-by! Come again! called Bertha and Ber-nard as the little boat sailed away. Good-by ! I surely will! called Clara, wavingher hand. She waved until her cousins were liketiny specks on the shore. Then she gazed about insurprise. Something wonderful had happened whileshe had been looking toward Shadow-Land. The dark sky had become a beautiful blue andso had the water, the sand on the shore shone likegold, the boat was now a pretty red with snowysails, and the captains suit was a nice dark blue. We have just crossed the line between Shadow-Land and Color-Land, said the captain as he sawClaras surprised look. In a few minutes we shallsail up the river and some one will pull us
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