. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . the runaway Bostonboy. Christine, you go stand in that doorway. We 11 make the wholeFranklin story realistic. But neither Roger nor Christine appeared to enter heartily into thespirit of what Jack styled his realistic reproduction of an historic event,and Uncle Tom hurried the laughing group up Market street; for theywere abroad, investigating old-time Philadelphia. Suddenly he stopped again. Midway in the block between Third andFourth streets, on, the southern side of Market, he spied a queer
. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . the runaway Bostonboy. Christine, you go stand in that doorway. We 11 make the wholeFranklin story realistic. But neither Roger nor Christine appeared to enter heartily into thespirit of what Jack styled his realistic reproduction of an historic event,and Uncle Tom hurried the laughing group up Market street; for theywere abroad, investigating old-time Philadelphia. Suddenly he stopped again. Midway in the block between Third andFourth streets, on, the southern side of Market, he spied a queer, archedpassage, and at once dived into it, followed by his wondering companions. The alleyway widened as they advanced. Half way toward Chestnutstreet Uncle Tom stopped a third time. Here, boys and girls, he said, once stood the house of the most ex-traordinary of Americans — Benjamin Franklin. Most extraordinary place to have a house, declared Bert. Here, in the middle of this block of the back doors of buildings,Uncle Tom? cried Marian. How funny! 5 65 66 THE CENTURY BOOK OF FAMOUS AMERICANS. THE GIRL AT WHOM HE CAST SHEEPS EYES. As if they were here then, goosey ! exclaimed Jack. Warehouses and blank walls hedged in the narrow court. It was nei-ther attractive nor suggestive; but in Uncle Toms eyes it was a shrinebefore which all patriotic Americans could stand with feelings of reverence. The queer, narrow cut ran through the block from Market to Chestnutstreets, and midway, so Uncle Tom assured them, had stood the housewhere Franklin lived with his dearly loved wife Deborah. The girl at whom he cast sheeps eyes while doing the three-loaves act,was nt she? inquired Jack. The same, said Uncle Tom— Miss Deborah Read. Nothing remainsof that house now. But from here went out truths that instructed theworld; from here went the philosopher with his kite and his son into thefields beyond the town to experiment with the lightning — the pioneer ofelectrical science. That makes
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