Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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the lads, and venturing into any craft of their construction, was so
ludicrous that she forgot her vexation and laughed heartily. "Faith, it's fine ballast I'd be for ye!" she said. "And is it in the middle of the river ye'd be landin' me? Thank ye kindly, but I'll not go a pleasurin' with ye. And as for an 'evil eye,' troth ye're but makin' game of my want of book-larnin'. But well I know there's no such thing; and if there was, it could never harm ye or yer work if ye were doin' right. So now be off with ye to the store, and bring me five pounds of sugar, quick as ye can. And if ye take the molasses jug along and get it filled--well, this once I'll beat up a batch of cookies, so ye can have some for yer lunch at school to-morrow." III. At last the wonderful boat was pronounced finished. It had obviously not been modeled with an eye to beauty--was flat as the barn floor, square at both ends, and entirely lacking in the curves which constitute the grace of the seabird-like craft which are the delight of yachtmen. Nevertheless, the boys were proud of it. It was their own: they had built it themselves. "There she is, complete from bow to stern!" exclaimed Jack, with a satisfied air. "Yes," responded Leo, admiringly. "But"--hesitating--"but--which is the bow and which the stern, you know--eh?" "Why, this end, stupid! Don't you see I've marked it with a cross?" |
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