The Century illustrated monthly magazine . fteiTioon, and wewere enjoying ourselves idly on deck, somereading, some smoking and talking, and nearlyall of us in the shade of the mainsail, whichhad been partly hoisted to serve the purposeof an awning. Even the butcher was contentto gaze quietly out at sea, for in his opinionDolor Tripp had not yet sufficiently recoveredfrom her ordeal of the morning properly to 4i6 THE MERRY CHANTER: enjoy his interesting accounts of the nauticalobjects forward of the chalk line. Suddenlythere came from landward a shrill voice; and the voice cried, Do — lo r! In
The Century illustrated monthly magazine . fteiTioon, and wewere enjoying ourselves idly on deck, somereading, some smoking and talking, and nearlyall of us in the shade of the mainsail, whichhad been partly hoisted to serve the purposeof an awning. Even the butcher was contentto gaze quietly out at sea, for in his opinionDolor Tripp had not yet sufficiently recoveredfrom her ordeal of the morning properly to 4i6 THE MERRY CHANTER: enjoy his interesting accounts of the nauticalobjects forward of the chalk line. Suddenlythere came from landward a shrill voice; and the voice cried, Do — lo r! Instantly we all sprang to our feet, bobbedunder the boom, and ran for the stern of theschooner. On shore, close to the waters edge,stood a woman in a black-and-white sunbon- ward, and hailed her sister. I-do-not-know,she cried. It-depends-on-flour. What-flour ? screamed Lizeth. Dolor Tripp turned inquiringly. MinnesotaFamily Joy, said I, for want of better infor-mation to give. Min - ne - so - ta -Fam - i - ly - Joy, screamedDolor THE PROMENADE BATH. net, who was easily recognized by those whohad seen her before as Lizeth of the poultry-yard. Again came the voice across the water: Dol — or! Are you on that ship ? Dolor Tripp stood on tiptoe and showedherself well above the bulwarks. Dont yousee me, Lizeth ? she cried. The distance between the ship and the shorewas not great; and as there was but littlewind the clear, high voices of the sisters weredistinctly heard across the intervening space. Where-are-you-going ? cried Lizeth. Lam-going-to-Boston, rephed her sister. How-long-do-you-expect-to-stay ? criedLizeth. Dolor Tripp turned to Doris. How longdo you think, she said, that the ship willstay in Boston ? You know I want to comeback in it. I really do not know, was the answer; but we shall certainly stay long enough totake on board some barrels of flour. Then Dolor Tripp turned her face shore- Lizeth did not immediately resume her ques-tions, but after a few moment
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