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"Well, mind you get Miss Hanks to excuse you, and come home, if your tooth aches again," said her mother. "Yes, ma'am," replied Comfort. When the door shut behind Comfort her Grandmother Atkins looked at her mother. "Em'ly," said she, "I don't believe you can carry it out; she'll be sick." "I'm dreadfully afraid she will," returned Comfort's mother. "You'll have to tell her." Mrs.
He pawed the dory along, hand over hand, until he reached the Comfort's bow. I heard the thump of the anchor as he dragged it into the dory. Then came the creak and splash of oars. His voice sounded from somewhere ahead. "Head for the light," he shouted. "I'm goin' to tow you in." "In where?" "In ashore. That's Mack'rel Island light. My name's Atwood. I'm keeper of it." I turned to my passenger.
I longed to change my clothes, not so much for comfort's sake as to cut a better figure in her eyes; but I dared not run the risk of not being at hand when the dragoons arrived. I drew a quart jug of ale, threw most of it away, got down a horn drinking-cup, drank a little, spilled some down my clothes, slopped some on the table, made up the fire, and sat down to wait.
Then Paul shut off power, and when he no longer heard the sound of the Comfort's exhaust, Jack followed suit. "We'll hang out here for half an hour, and then head back," explained Paul. "The outlet isn't far away from here; is it?" Joe Clausin asked. "Not very far on the right," Paul replied. "I had that in mind when choosing to come this way.
"Oh, I learned that at Philadelphia," was his reply; "I learned it at school with the rest of the boys." "You did!" exclaimed she, raising her hands with astonishment. "Is dere many more of 'em like you?" Charlie did not hear this last question of Aunt Comfort's, therefore she was rather startled by his replying in a loud tone, "Immense hosts."
Then he laughed and she laughed till the tail of Karaz trembled. Now, they descended leisurely the slopes of the mountain, and when they were again in the green of its base, Noorna called to the Ass, 'Ho! Karaz! Sniff now the breezes, for the end of our journey by night is the meadows of Melistan. Forward in thy might, and bray not when we are in them, for thy comfort's sake!
"She couldn't wind a rag round her finger under it, could she?" asked Comfort's father, hesitatingly. "Wear a rag round her finger under it!" repeated Mrs. Pease. "I rather guess she can wait till her finger grows to it. You'd let that child do anything." Mr. Pease did not say anything more, but studied the Old Farmer's Almanac again, and found out it was likely to be fair weather for the season.
People who are made uncomfortable by intimate grasp of anything, to whom reserve is more important than truth these will not read Midstream through, but others will emerge from the book with a sense of the absolute nobility of Mr. Comfort's frankness.
"Step right out on the floor, Matilda and Comfort," repeated Miss Tabitha, and out the two little girls stepped. Comfort's knees shook, and she was quite pale. Matilda looked very sober, but her black eyes gave a defiant flash when she was out on the floor and saw that her sister Rosy had lowered her arm and was looking at her with gentle triumph.
... A hint from the first-year's recognition of a book that was made to remain in American literature: Boston Transcript: If it be extravagance, let it be so, to say that Comfort's account of his childhood has seldom been rivaled in literature. It amounts to revelation.
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