. St. Nicholas [serial]. yarns. He also hadbrought home with him his sailor hammock, and forMarjories and my benefit he took it from the attic andhung it several yards from the side of the house. With it came stories of the delights of sleeping outof doors, and, as Marjorie and I loved anything novel,we put our heads together and planned how we couldaccomplish this. Various plans were suggested, but we gave them allup and decided to ask our mothers for permission tocamp out in the yard that night. Our mothers readilyconsented—and were overjoyed,and, as soon as it wasbedtime kissed th
. St. Nicholas [serial]. yarns. He also hadbrought home with him his sailor hammock, and forMarjories and my benefit he took it from the attic andhung it several yards from the side of the house. With it came stories of the delights of sleeping outof doors, and, as Marjorie and I loved anything novel,we put our heads together and planned how we couldaccomplish this. Various plans were suggested, but we gave them allup and decided to ask our mothers for permission tocamp out in the yard that night. Our mothers readilyconsented—and were overjoyed,and, as soon as it wasbedtime kissed the twomothers, and with blan-kets and pillows jumpedin the hammock. As long as the lightswere bright in the housewe thought it great fun,but when they were putout (earlier than usualit seemed) we began tothink and talk about thegipsies that had beenaround that day. Abig boy had told us thatthey would come intopeoples yards and takelittle girls and hurtthem. We then began toby hary tufts, age 14. count sheep, but before. 9°4-] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 953 we had counted ten the most blood-curdling groans andmoans came from the darkened house. Marjoric hung on to me and I to her, both of us tooscared to move. Finally Marjorie said in a weak little voice: Dontyou think our mothers are lonesome? I answered Yes; and with that two little formsjumped out of the hammock and ran to the house, wherethey were soon clasped in their mothers arms and borneupstairs to bed. Through the open door, when Marjorie was droppingto sleep, I heard her say, I think this is the best placeto camp. BESSIES DREAM. BY ALICE CONE (AGE II). Bessie was a little girl; Her age was nine or ten;She d been to school for six long years, And did not know all then.
Size: 1764px × 1416px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthordodgemar, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, bookyear1873
