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REALLY, no pleasanter place was to be found than down at Sandy Point, where Tellef lived. The shabby gray hut stood among locust and wild cherry trees on a small green plot, and if you went up on the knoll back of the house you could get a wide view of the glorious open sea.,“John has lately been more industrious. With his excellent ability he is now a credit to the school.”,"What a silly boy you are, Geoff!" says his wife, laughing.,"Did you say more tea, teacher?" Mrs. Keeler was at his elbow, steaming tea-pot in hand.,“A little office work won’t do him any harm,” commented Mr. Whitney. “I asked you to put him to work there on purpose. I don’t want him to get too inflated an idea of the romance of engineering. But I’ll remember what you said and if something turns up I’ll see what I can do.”,"Yes, sir, he is on board the Victory. She is the one that is ahead of and to windward of the ship that has stun-sails set.",Yes, he had that coat, but who had told Johnny to tell him to wear it?,"Jack is only Mr. Rodney too.",“What’s that?” cried Ted Hoyt, stopping in his stride.,Something was coming through the brush near him, breaking the sticks as it walked. Was it the Snakes following his trail? Mīka´pi strung his bow and drew his arrows from the quiver. He waited.,“Last November.”,"Why do you sing the death song?" asked Mrs. Dallas, opening her eyes,.