Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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ambition--"to earn money to help mother."
"And to think, Katy," the little girl often says, affectionately, "it all came about through your wanting to give me that Christmas doll!" BUILDING A BOAT. I. "Oh, if we only had a boat, what jolly fun we might have!" exclaimed Jack Gordon regretfully, following with his eyes the bright waters as they rushed along,--now coursing smoothly, now leaping in the sunshine; again darkened for the moment, and eddying beneath the shade of the overhanging branches of a willow tree; then in the distance coming almost to a standstill, and expanding into the clear, floating mirror of the mill-pond. "That's so," answered Rob Stuart, laconically. The two boys were lounging on the bank of the creek, which, though dignified by the name of Hohokus River and situated in New Jersey, is not considered of sufficient importance to be designated on the map of that State, even by one of those wavering, nameless lines which seem to be hopelessly entangled with one another for the express purpose of confusing a fellow who has neglected his geography lesson until the last moment. "Yes, if we had a boat we might explore this stream from source to mouth," continued Jack, who was always in search of adventures. |
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