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. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . aggeredto his feet, looking about him mournfully. All sea and sand and dreary marsh, he sighed. Overthere, lost in the blue of the sea, must be the city whence Iset out—the city of Princess Clem. Well, I shall have tofinish my bottle of Water of Bounceability now—and fly inthat direction. So he groped in his pockets for the bottle. But oh, thesaddest of all things had happened now! He found thebottle broken—and the water all spilled and wasted! Aye, his fall had smashed the precious vial—and therewas no more of the magic liquid left to carry him home I What
. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . aggeredto his feet, looking about him mournfully. All sea and sand and dreary marsh, he sighed. Overthere, lost in the blue of the sea, must be the city whence Iset out—the city of Princess Clem. Well, I shall have tofinish my bottle of Water of Bounceability now—and fly inthat direction. So he groped in his pockets for the bottle. But oh, thesaddest of all things had happened now! He found thebottle broken—and the water all spilled and wasted! Aye, his fall had smashed the precious vial—and therewas no more of the magic liquid left to carry him home I What now? Peterkin looked mournfully out across theblue sea, towards where the city of the palace and the Prin-cess Clem must lie; then he looked back across the marsh,where poisonous mists were gathering in low, curlingclouds; he searched the shore in vain for the trace of any-thing or anybody. . No, he was alone and helpless! Ah, vv^ell, he did not know the great surprise which wasin store for him! XXIII THE LOST PUMPERKIN. A ND what do youthink that surprisewas? The Pumperkin! Yes,his old, long-lost Pumper-kin! Peterkin caught his first,golden glimpse of it as itcame up over the distanthorizon. It was floating in on the tide from the far mid-ocean. It was dipping slowly, peacefully from one rip-pling wave to the next; it came up to the shore at last, bob-bing in the surf, then pitching down with a last lurch into the soggy marsh. 104 THE LOST PUMPERKIN 105 Peterkin ran to it. Yes, there could be no doubt—it washis beloved Pumperkin, his old home—his boat-house of apumpkin which had been torn away from him by the tem-pest wind. . He scaled up the side and peeked inthrough the ceiling window. Yes, all was as he had left was his tumbled bed in the corner, there were thechairs, legs up. And there, sure enough, was his ladder,with its top peeping up above the edge of the roof. All thatwas missing was the cook-stove. Peterkin climbed over the edge and down the lad
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