Two Festivals by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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struck."
"That is not difficult; it was you." "O! you looked!" "No. Now it is your turn." After this game came blind man's buff. The eldest sister gave herself up to all their wishes. She let them bandage her eyes, and sought fearfully the little fugitives; but notwithstanding her efforts, and the efforts of all to be amused, a cloud hung over the little assembly. Without, a thick fog enveloped the island, and veiled the friendly light. "If I am not greatly deceived, this will be a very bad night," said the father. "There is, fortunately, no vessel in sight, if it is not, perhaps, the Hull packet, which will have had time, I think, to reach the Bay of Berwick, and which will have the discretion, I trust, to remain there; for the heavens speak in a loud voice this evening; the wind comes from below, and the waves run before it like a flock of frightened sheep." "I should like to see a flock of sheep," said the little girl of five, whom Grace held in her lap, and whom she was getting to sleep. "Hush! did I not hear something?" said the mother. "It is the wind that sings us to sleep in the tower," said the little child. |
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