Georgina of the Rainbows by Annie Fellows Johnston
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Uncle Darcy is dead and gone, you'll remember that he brought you out
here on your birthday to give you that good word--_'still bear up and steer right onward,'_ no matter what happens. And to tell you that in all the long, hard years he's lived through, he's proved it was good." Georgina, awed and touched of soul, could only nod her assent. But because Childhood sometimes has no answer to make to the confidences of Age is no reason that they are not taken to heart and stowed away there for the years to build upon. In the unbroken silence with which they rowed back to shore, Georgina might have claimed three score years besides her own ten, so perfect was the feeling of comradeship between them. As they passed the pier back of the antique shop, a great gray cat rose and stretched itself, then walked ponderously down to the water's edge. It was "Grandpa." Georgina, laughing a little shakily because of recent tears, raised her prism to put a rainbow around the cat's tail, unknowing that but for him the crystal pendant would now be hanging from an antique lamp instead of from the ribbon around her neck. Chapter X Moving Pictures It often happens that when one is all primed and cocked for trouble, that |
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