The Spread Eagle and Other Stories by Gouverneur Morris
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during the year and the day, they so much as mentioned the boot to any
one but their father, they would find it full of the most dreadful black and yellow spiders which would chase them all the way to Jericho, and bite their fat calves every few steps. "This," said he, "may be that kind of a boot. Now promise not to talk about it for a year and a day--not even to me--and at the end of that time, why we'll all go and see what's in it. No," he said, "you mustn't go to look at it every now and then--that would spoil the charm. Let me see. This is the twenty-eighth--a year and a day--hum." And he made his calculations. Then he said: "By the way, Mary, don't you and the children ever get hungry between meals? If you were to take bread and meat, and make up sandwiches to take on your excursions, they'd never be missed. I'd see to it," he said, "that they weren't missed. Growing children, you know." And he strode on, Ellen riding on his shoulder like a princess on her genii. III Ellen and I were very firm to have nothing to do with the boot in the oak tree; and we had two picnics in the hollow and played for hours in the adjoining woods without once looking up. Mary had become very strict with us about scattering papers and eggshells at our out-of-door spreads; and whatever fragments of food were left over she would make into a neat package and hide away under a stone; but in other matters she became less and less precise: as, for instance, she left Ellen's best doll somewhere in the neighborhood of the hollow oak, and had to go |
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