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Titan Strike PC XXV. Autumn and Spring When he demanded it the boys showed him the island in the low grounds on which they had grown the test crop of corn.,And evening lives o'er all serene and still,,“Grand chain,” bawled Geordie evidently feeling his importance, “dos-et-dos, ladies’ chain, swing on the corners, and put some feelin’ in your step.,Old Harry O'Dule's dream was about to be realised, Stanhope had assured him that he would see to it that he should play his whistle beneath Ireland's skies before another autumn dawned.,“Hurray!” called Bob, who was in the lead. “There she is.”，Johnny Blossom was as red as a peony from his swift running when he dashed in upon his mother.，“Hold on, Bob. I want to speak to you.”，"I see," said Jen, thoughtfully, "and I can understand their motives. Dido wished you to marry Etwald."“White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.”

Her infinite variety.",CHAPTER IX MOVING THE MENAGERIE,When we are gone,,"Tin,—money," explains he.,“I can dance, too,” she said with childish pride.,When the fight ended in this fashion, the Indian drew himself up to his full height and with a scornful look on his face turned and walked out of the theatre. Bob followed and on the street found the man he had helped waiting for him.,“None of your nonsense,” replied the long-limbed pedestrian, his thankyou’s cut short by Moses’ cheerfulness.,Indeed, 'twould often puzzle you,“No. I shan’t have to be taken up by a policeman ever any more.” Johnny shook his head energetically. “And I’m going to study hard. Thank you.”,The Minorca's length did not very greatly exceed her beam. Her bows were round, though they fined down into keenness at her entry under water. She had a large square stern with windows, and her buttocks when her stern fell into the hollow, swept up as much foam as recoiled from the plunge of her bows. Upon the weather-side of the quarterdeck of the ship on this May morning in the English Channel Mr John Eagle, the mate of the vessel, was walking to and fro, sometimes directing his gaze to windward,[Pg 236] sometimes aloft, sometimes sending it along the ship's decks at the men who were employed on the numberless jobs which attend a sailing ship's departure from port. High aloft, perched on the fore-topgallant yard, was the figure of a look-out man, who was told to report anything that hove into sight and to continue to report how the distant sail was heading. These were Mr Lawrence's instructions.,On the morning after Nell Gordon’s arrival, she admired the lovely array of fairy-like trumpets that seemed to smile a welcome from the glass bowl in the centre of the table. A tiny spider had been hidden in the heart of one of the blooms, and was weaving a net of filmy loveliness from flower to flower.,"I saw the yacht leave the pier," said Billy. "She sure was a dandy, wasn't she?".