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"And what am I going to plant?" asked Hal. "Well, we'll begin at the very beginning," answered Daddy Blake. "The first part of any garden is getting the soil ready. That is the dirt, in which we plant the seeds, must be dug up and made soft and mellow so the seeds will grow." "What makes seeds grow?" asked Mab. "And why can't we plant 'em anywhere?" Hal wanted to know. Daddy Blake laughed.
"Let's go see what it is." "Daddy told us to stay here," said Mab. "We can't go." Hal knew that, and, much as he wanted to see what was going on, he would not disobey his father. Mab, too, would have liked to run down where Daddy Blake and Mr. Porter were. "Bow-wow! Ki-yi!" barked and howled Roly again, and then the children heard their father and his friend, the man next door, laughing.
As the explosion resounded from the German trenches, Briggs leaped down lightly, approached Hal and Chester, and saluted. "I'm ready now, sir," he said. "Then run!" cried Hal. The four suited the action to the word, and dashed back toward the American trenches. From behind a volley a rifle fire crackled after them. "Anybody hit?" cried Hal, as they dashed along. There were four negative answers.
I'll be so glad to get back in a few days." Father said yes, he must go, so he went without any further explanation. Walking out to Mr. Davidson's that evening, Lydia and I sat down on a fallen rail beyond the Catholic graveyard, and there she told me what had happened. The night before, sitting on Dr. Woods's gallery, with six or eight others who had been singing, Hal called on Mr.
Hastings bent lustily to the oars, sending the boat over the rocking water until he was within a hundred yards of the steam craft’s bridge. “Gun boat ahoy!” roared Hal, between his hands. Then, by a slip of the tongue, and wholly innocent of any intentional offense, he bellowed: “Is that the ’Dad’ boat?”
"Well, I guess we are safe now," said the Englishman, when they stopped at last. Then, turning to Hal: "I don't know how to thank you and your friend. If you had not arrived when you did, I fear it would have fared badly with us." "No thanks are due," replied Hal. "It's a poor American who would refuse to help anyone in trouble. Shake hands and call it square!" The Englishman smiled.
One look was enough for Hal and the comrade with him. "Don't let my wife know who it was," he had muttered to his friend. "It would only make her more nervous." There lay Chaska, Lizette's eldest brother, and well Hal Folsom knew that death would never go unavenged.
Dudley relapsed into silent displeasure, and for a few moments neither spoke. Then Hal, with her garments on her arm, came round to him with a frank, affectionate air. "Dudley, don't make mountains out of molehills over nothing. I know I am a little wild. I can't help it we seem to have got mixed up somehow.
At the same time, the one who warned Miss Walton against the possible ill results of the girl's growing love for Lorraine little understood the nature she had to deal with. When Hal found herself in the private sanctum, being gently admonished concerning a friendship that was thought to be growing too strong, she was quick instantly to resent the slur on her chum.
I used to fear lest you and Hal would hit it off together, or, rather, that he would try to get you, but, since he and Maude are so thick, my fears in that quarter have vanished, and I am constantly building castles as to what we will do.
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