Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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question with Jack, in the best possible spirits.
V. Jack and Rob took counsel with Mr. Sheridan in the construction of the new boat, and very creditable and satisfactory was the result. The ceremonies of the launch were now to be observed with as much formality as if she were the crack yacht of the season,--"Barrin' the traditional bottle of champagne, which it is customary to break over the bows of the new skiff as she plunges into the sea," laughed Uncle Gerald; "and that would not do at all for you, boys." "No, sir," answered Jack, decidedly. "If it was as cheap and as plentiful as soda-water, we wouldn't have it." "I am glad to hear you say that," continued Leo's father, warmly. "It is one of the best resolutions to start in life with." "You know, we have joined the temperance cadet corps which Father Martin is getting up," explained Rob. "An excellent plan. I had not heard of it," responded the gentleman. "Persevere, and you will find that by encouraging you in this, Father Martin has proved one of the truest friends you are ever likely to have. However, the old custom of christening a boat, as it is called, may be carried out quite as effectively with a bottle of ginger-pop, which Leo has stowed away somewhere in that basket. It is the part of common-sense to unite true poetry and prose, just as we now propose to |
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