Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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thing--the ring and all?" added Leo.
"Oh, the _Merry-go-Round_," said Jack. "Why would not that be a good name?" argued Rob, pleased with the sound, and, like many a person whose fancy is caught by the jingle of a word, paying little attention to its sense. "That is what I thought," began Leo, delighted to find his motion seconded, as he would have explained in the language of the juvenile debating society, which met periodically in that very barn. "Why! do you expect this boat to keep going round and round when we get it out into the middle of the creek?" said practical Jack, pretending to be highly indignant at the imputation. "No indeed," disclaimed Rob. "Only that she would go around everywhere--up and down the stream, you know; and on an exploring expedition, as we proposed." "That is not so bad," Jack admitted. "Still, I think we could get a better name. Let us see! The Merry Sailor,--how's that?" "N--no--hardly," murmured Bob. "The Jolly Sail--I have it: the Jolly Pioneer!" "Hurrah!" cried Jim. "The very thing!" "Yes, I guess that fits pretty well," acknowledged Rob. |
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