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What ith it, a thtorm?" Harriet nodded. "I knew it. I jutht knew thomething wath going to break loothe." The purple haze was nearing at a rapid rate of speed, and Harriet Burrell saw that with it the sea was piling up, its white crests angry and menacing. "Try to keep the wind dead astern," ordered the skipper. "I will handle the sheets. Do you think you can manage it?" "Yes, sir.
You will be much better off than in the cabin, where the air is close and the others are suffering." "I'm going to, thank you." Tommy stood braced against the cabin, her keen little eyes observing the now serious face of the skipper. "I gueth thomething ith going to happen," she observed. "Don't tell the others," cautioned Harriet, with a warning shake of the head. "I don't intend to.
"Of courthe. It wathn't mine, my boy. I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible. But, I thay! what'th up? You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand. "Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing. Only I must be back to the woods early. Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
"I'll go with you a bit further," he said. "In fact, I've got thomething to thay to you; only don't be in thuch a hurry; the woodth can wait till you get there." Quietly compelling Low to alter his own characteristic Indian stride to keep pace with his, he went on: "I don't mind thaying I rather cottoned to you from the time you acted like a white man no offenthe to Teretha.
On this "table" were autumn leaves, sprigs of hemlock, a few ferns, and one chrysanthemum blossom. "Thith?" replied Pip, who, like all the others, had put on a "Sunday smile" to attract customers. "Thith ith a flower table. Will you buy a flower?" "If I can see one," said Aunt Stanshy, laughing. "There," said Pip, triumphantly holding up the lonely chrysanthemum. "One thent only! Thomething rare!"
"We fed 'em up to yethterday, thwelp me," said Mr. Skinner, "But thith morning we didn't dare, Thir. The noithe of the waptheth wath thomething awful, Thir. They wath coming ont dothenth. Ath big ath 'enth.
"What doeth the fourth offither do?" "Not much of anything." Tommy nodded approvingly. "Then I am that," she announced. "Harriet ith a good captain. Harriet knowth thomething about everything." Harriet shook her head. She protested that she knew nothing at all about any boat larger than a rowboat. To be the captain of a scow, was something of a responsibility.
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