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Wingo bot Juliet's blushes deepened. Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?”,Some liberty has been taken with the original text, chiefly to eliminate circumstances or incidents which would not be clear to child readers in a different environment; but I have taken pains to keep the translation faithful to the original in spirit and expression, appreciating that in these lies much of the wholesome power of the book.,After his writing, he went to the wharf and fished for a while. As it happened he caught nothing, but it was fun enough just to put out the rod and draw it in again.,"Did she look at you when you entered?",The monotonous and commonplace demands of everyday life on board ship as well as on shore will enter into the most exalted and uncommon forms of romance at sea. Whether Lucy Acton was mad, or whether she was merely acting a part, it was as certain she must be fed as though she was a vulgar, homely, steerage passenger with nothing more poetic and soul-lifting in her life than the faded portrait of the milkman who wooed and then jilted her.，"Oh, go along, Miss Pat! You'll be awfully late," said Judith, wriggling away, flushed and happy.，"Yes; but you have been crying, darling! What has happened?"，A silence followed this remark. Since Uncle Isaac said nothing, Johnny continued:“Is the Principal at home?”

"Only one thing to do," reasoned Billy, "take what we want an' let the rest go.","I have no card but my name is Geoffrey Rodney," says the young man, turning to his companion.,Hinter's eyes fell away from that steady gaze. Billy turned towards the log-span across the creek, then paused to ask suddenly: "Mr. Hinter, who owns that Lost Man's Swamp? Do you?",“That’s only an excuse, John. You remembered it all the time. Look me right in the eye and say whether you didn’t remember it.”,A blue-jay and a yellow-hammer flashed by him, side by side, racing for the grubbing-fields of the soft woods below, their blue and yellow bodies marking twin streaks against the hazy light. Blue and yellow, truly the most wonderful colors of all the colorful world, thought Billy. The scene faded and in its place grew up a face with blue, laughing eyes and red, smiling lips, above which gleamed a halo of spun gold. Then the woodland picture swam back before him and the squirrel, which with the characteristic patience of its kind had waited to watch this boy who often threw it a nut-kernel, called after him chidingly as he dipped down into the valley.,Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air.,"Yes," she said softly. "I know him perhaps better than most folks do. I am not surprised that he can handle these dogs, Mr. Hinter.","Look!" he whispered. "Look! There's a light in the ha'nted house.","Say a friend," observed Etwald, calmly, "although I am about to say that which may cause these two young gentlemen to look upon me as an enemy.","On a golden, Indian summer day like this," she finished and closed her eyes as his arms went about her.,His love at this moment—which is closing upon noon—is standing in her cool dairy upon business thoughts intent yet with a certain look of expectation and anxiety upon he face,—a listening look may best express it.,“Thank you for the drive and for the rod,” said he, bowing..