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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Did you know that we were going to have a new road?" said Mary Erskine to Beechnut. "Are you?" asked Phonny eagerly. "Yes," said Mary Erskine. "They have laid out a new road to the corner, and are going to make it very soon. It will be a very good wagon road, and when it is made you can ride all the way. But then it will not be done in time for my raspberry party."
All these things, it must be remembered, took place eight or ten years before the time when Malleville and Phonny went to visit Mary Erskine, and when Mary Bell was only four or five years old. Phonny and Malleville, as well as a great many other children, had grown up from infancy since that time.
"Yes," rejoined Beechnut, "very beautiful indeed. We saw a great many beautiful spectacles on the sea; but then, on the other hand, we saw some that were dreadful. "Did you?" asked Phonny. "What?" "Why, we had a terrible storm and shipwreck at the end," said Beechnut. "For three days and three nights the wind blew almost a hurricane.
"All the money that my father had saved," Beechnut continued, "he got changed into gold at an office in the Boulevards; but then he was very much perplexed to decide how it was best to carry it." "Why did he not pack it up in his chest?" asked Phonny.
A day or two afterward some sloops came to the place, and took us all away to carry us to Quebec. Just before we embarked on board the sloops, my father and I, watching a good opportunity, dug up our weights out of the sand, and put them back safely in their places in the clock-box." "Is that the end?" asked Phonny, when Beechnut paused.
It was the same pine-tree that marked the place at which a road branched off into the woods, where Mary Bell had lost her way, several years before. Malleville was very unwilling to have Phonny climb up upon such a high tree, but Phonny himself was very desirous to make the attempt.
"If I attempt to relate the actual acts, I depend simply on my memory, and I can confine myself to what my memory teaches; but if I undertake to follow my invention, I must go wherever it leads me." "Well," said Phonny, "I think you had better embellish the story, at any rate, for I want it to be interesting." "So do I," said Madeline.
Phonny and Madeline were quite desirous of going a little farther, but Beechnut thought that he should be tired by the time he reached the house again. "But you will not have time to finish the story," said Phonny. "Yes," replied Beechnut; "there is very little more to tell. It is only to give an account of our shipwreck." "Why, did you have a shipwreck?" exclaimed Phonny. "Yes," said Beechnut.
"You see," said Jemmy, "I was going to mill, and I was riding along here, and the horse pranced about and threw me off and sprained my foot. Oh dear me! what shall I do?" "Where is the horse?" asked Beechnut. "There he is," said Jemmy, "somewhere out there. He has gone along the road. And the bags have fallen off too. Oh dear me!" Phonny ran out into the road, and looked forward.
Jemmy did not answer. He was fully occupied in getting into the wagon. Beechnut called Phonny back and asked him to hold his horse, while he went to catch Jemmy's. He did it by opening one of the bags and taking out a little grain, and by means of it enticing the stray horse near enough to enable him to take hold of the bridle.
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