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Updated: June 16, 2025
She put on her shoes under the iron veranda, on the red-and-yellow shining tiles, and then she ran straight to the sand-pit, and found the Psammead's place, and dug it out; it was very cross indeed. 'It's too bad, it said, fluffing up its fur like pigeons do their feathers at Christmas time. 'The weather's arctic, and it's the middle of the night.
"It's all right for us to go for a hike today, isn't it, Uncle Teddy?" "Most any day is good for a hike, if you really want to go," answered Uncle Teddy cheerfully. "Don't I hear you girls singing: "'We always think the weather's fine in sunshine or in snow?" "Oh, goody! I'm glad you think so," said Gladys.
In the little community of Puritans, whose isolation had preserved intact the rigidity of faith which had begun to soften somewhat in other parts of New England, there was no one who openly saluted the miracle of resurrection by more than the brief remark, "Warm weather's come"; but sometimes the younger men went back and kissed their wives.
"Of course you don't, uncle; but I shan't hurt. Old Dumpus says I can manage a boat as well as he can." "He's a wooden-legged, wooden-headed old fool for saying so. Look here, Aleck; you'd better stop at home to-day." "Uncle!" cried the boy, in a voice full of protest. "The weather's going to change.
The steersman, who was staring hard in the direction they were going, scowled. "Humph!" he grunted again. "I swan to man, fellers, I believe she IS abandoned!" "Rubbish!" panted Bill, twisting his neck to look over his shoulder. "'Course she ain't! Who'd abandon a craft such weather's this, and Province-town harbor only three hours' run or so?"
And when the weather's too bad to sail the barkie, we can heave her to, and when it's too bad for that we can anchor her, my boy, go below, slide on the top of the companion, and turn in until the weather clears." "But," said I, "we cannot anchor in the middle of the Atlantic. Suppose we should be caught in a cyclone there, for instance?"
"They would come like a shot if Uncle George would allow them, I know," observed Mark, the second Carew boy, with the red hair that was always so handy to fire off a joke about. "Hum! perhaps so. The weather's getting coldish, and they'd be glad to come, if it was only to warm themselves a bit!"
They orter have regular hours for it, same as a doctor has hours for business. Things would fit better. "Well, I must be going, for I left soup on the stove, and Araminta's likely as not to let it burn. I'm going to send your supper over to you, and next week, if the weather's favourable, we'll clean this house. Goodness knows it needs it.
"I could have seen that ship before." He never stirred the least bit. "No, you couldn't. The weather's thick." "Oh! I didn't know," I apologized blankly. I suppose that after all I managed to stave off the smash with sufficient approach to verisimilitude, and the ghastly business went on.
Then it was decided that the boat should be hooked on to the falls, and an attempt made to raise her, but Bob Hampton shook his head. "Don't think we can manage her, sir, to-night. To-morrow perhaps I might rig up tackle, and we could get her on deck. She's too big for them davits. But why not let her hang on behind, as the weather's fine?"
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