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Updated: May 12, 2025
"ISN'T it queer how no one seems to know any one else?" remarked Grace, with more words than meaning. "You mean every one seems a stranger to every one else," added Cleo, affecting the same ambiguity. "Yes; to put it collectively, the whole town is being populated by rank 'furriners," said Louise, "but I can explain the analogy.
"I think that's lovely of Julia," said Cleo, "because Grazia dear, we can go canoeing any day, but only sailing when some one asks us. Who did?" "Julia's cousins from Breakentake sailed down the bay early this morning it must have been a very early start. They are going to stay over, and Julia says if the wind is right, we may all go out for the afternoon.
Tempt me not I shall not desert the ranks for movies," and Cleo struck one of her popular attitudes. "But about the sailing ship-ahoy! I'm ready. What time do we embark?" "Julia will call us all up after lunch when she gets a line on the wind. I believe it has to be in 'on high' to get us up the bay. All right," and Grace mounted her wheel.
"I suppose there were the usual papers for the little girl from the wreck," prompted Cleo. "They always turn out to be somebody of account, lost at sea and found years later on land. You know how stories have a way of shaping themselves, Captain," she apologized, "and I am sort of interested in stories." "You'll find plenty around here, without concocting them," the seaman promised.
Kettering's point of view and the answer had only to apply to her conception of the beverage. At length Cleo said she was going to take him for a stroll, and he willingly fell in with the idea. But they did not go far, taking possession of a seat as soon as they arrived on the sea-front. They seemed to have nothing to say to each other.
"Better put some witch hazel on," advised Zeb. "Dat's whut we uses heah in camp fo' all kinds of bites, 'ceptin' bee stings, and den ammonia's de only t'ing." "Don't tell me there are bees here, too!" gasped Margaret. "Oh, dey don't bodder you much," chuckled Zeb, as he brought out what Cleo described, later, as the germs of a drug store.
"They took very young boys in the Canadian service just before the armistice I know," said Cleo, "for my seventeen-year-old brother ran over there, and got the 'wings' the day before Peace Day." "Yes, that is how Dick made it," explained Neal. "But now he's getting back, a little late but mighty welcome." "I suppose he will want a look at his old room," said Grace.
Her mother's name was Cleo, Her father's name was Pat; They called her Cleopatra, And let it go at that. From the dressing room the following morning, arrayed in the Buck Benson outfit, unworn since that eventful day on the Gashwiler lot, Merton accompanied Baird to a new set where he would work that day.
How did that start with no one in sight to start it?" "Maybe we touched off a fuse," suggested Cleo jokingly. "No, I'll tell you," offered Grace. "When we sat on the barrel we shut out the wind from the side, all but enough to create a draft; and the paper must have been smoldering. Now, just look at our perfectly good seat turned into a beach fire! We had better rescue our socks.
"Tickled to pieces," declared Cleo. "I think this is the only worthwhile sort of airship because it combines the beauty of air and water."
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