Haste and Waste; Or, the Young Pilot of Lake Champlain. a Story for Young People by Oliver Optic
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"I was trying to warn you of your danger." "Was that what you meant? We thought you were cheering the _Woodville_." "I saw you were going on the rocks, and I shouted and made signs for you to keep off." "You certainly did all you could for us, both before and after the accident," added Mr. Sherwood. "When did you get home, Lawry?" "To-day noon, just after you went to the house for me. I came right up to see you; but I found you had gone." "Yes; I was so impatient to get that little steamer up here, that I couldn't wait any longer." "And what a waste your haste has made!" laughed Mrs. Sherwood. "There is our fine little steamer at the bottom of the lake." "She may lie there, for all me," added Mr. Sherwood. "I should not dare to put my foot on board of her again," said Miss Fanny. "Nor I," chimed in Fanny Jane. "She isn't to blame, Mr. Sherwood," interposed Ethan French. "She worked as though she had been alive." |
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