The Pot of Gold - And Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins
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her hair was very long and light, and hung in two smooth braids, with
a neat blue bow on the end of each, down her back. [Illustration: LETITIA STOOD BEFORE UNCLE JACK.] Uncle Jack gazed inquiringly at her through his half-closed eyes. "What is it, Letitia?" "Aunt Malvina said 'as black as Toby,'" said Letitia with a look half of inquiry, half of anxious abstraction. What Letitia could find out herself she never asked other people. "Yes; I know she did," replied uncle Jack. "Then she said, 'Dark as Pokonoket.'" "Yes; she said that too." "And then she said, 'Crazy as a loon.'" "Yes; she did." "Uncle Jack, what is Toby, and what is Pokonoket, and what is a loon?" "Toby," said uncle Jack slowly and impressively, "lives in Pokonoket, and keeps a loon." "Oh!" said Letitia, in a tone which implied that she was both relieved and amazed at her own stupidity. |
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