Us and the Bottleman by Edith Ballinger Price
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almost his own voice:
"Have we been here all the time?" "Yes, all the time, ducky," I said, and then I cried, "Don't try to move, Gregs!" for I saw him trying to squirm over. He lay back and said "Why?" but then in an instant he knew why. I couldn't do anything but cuddle my cheek down against his, and he sobbed: "Make me stop crying, Chris." The light grew stronger and stronger till there were shadows among the rocks and Wecanicut came out green and brown. Jerry came back presently, and I wondered if he'd seen anything, but he said: "Chris, I just wanted to ask you. How long does it take for a person to starve?" I said days, I thought, and Jerry sighed a little and went back to his watching-place. Somehow I didn't feel very hungry, myself,--that is, not the kind of hungry you are when you've played tennis all morning and then gone in swimming. There was a sharp, sickish feeling inside me and my head felt a little queer, but it was not exactly like being hungry. I think Greg's arm must have stopped hurting quite so badly, or else he was being tremendously spunky, because we talked a lot and I told him that Father would come for us pretty soon. I didn't feel at all |
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