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"Blue roll the waters, blue the sky,“Miss Gordon here, made me a harnsome lace yoke fer an underwaist, an’ give it to me fer my birthday,” volunteered Mrs. Wopp.,“All right Lize, I’ll jist make a note of that.”,Before Bob could stammer his thanks, the Chief continued, “Report to me in the morning. Better go back now and finish up your work.”,"He thinks highly of his brig, though: says to me a day or two ago, 'I wish an enemy's cruiser would look in. She will not know that the Saucy is lying here. I believe I could make my carronades talk to her, and it would please me to see the pier and the shore dark with figures whilst I was towing my capture into Old Harbour.' I doubt if he would rise out of bed to give an order to chase even if a suspicious sail hove in sight. Here we are coming to the bridge, and you are going for a walk to the pier. Will you pluck me a daisy before you go? See, there are several amongst the grass just there. I have nothing to remember you by. I will wrap it in silver[Pg 44] paper, and it shall be the only sacred thing I possess.","I did, sir.",“Oh, the song ’bout the clouds rollin’ away,” she yawned, “I want everybody to be happy.” She looked at her teacher and Nell wondered if the child had read her heart and had seen its unhappiness.,“Oh no, Aunt Grenertsen. Six of them are not bruised at all, and these two only the least bit.”,“Yes,” Whitney said quickly, “the sooner any stain is removed from a member of the Service the better. We are not used to traitors!”,Bruce rose and held out his hand to Patricia, who was flushing painfully.,"Why, it's all ready," cried Patricia wondering at her changed manner. "We put the sliced lemon on the very last thing.","A boat in trouble? Where is she?".