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Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith, 1856-1923

"A Summer in a Canyon"

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'The judgment of the court is confirmed,' said Philip.

'And the shark said, "If you
Don't believe it is true,
Just look at my wisdom tooth!"'

sang Geoffrey.
'And if any one ever tells me again that she has red hair and hasn't
good features, I should just like to show them a picture of her as
she was to-day at the dinner-table!' exclaimed Bell.
'As if anybody needed features with those dimples,' added Elsie, 'or
would mind red hair when it was such pretty hair!'
'I think a report of this conversation would go far towards curing
Polly,' said Dr. Winship, with a smile.
'And you say we can't go in there before we go to bed, mamacita?'
whispered Bell in her mother's ear, as the boys said good-night--and
went towards their tent.
'My dear,' she answered decidedly, with a fond kiss for each of the
girls, 'Polly herself asked me to keep everybody away.'
Polly herself wanted to be alone! Would wonders never cease?
Meanwhile Dicky, who had disappeared for a moment, came back to the
fire, his bosom heaving with grief and rage.
'I went to my play-tent,' he sobbed, 'and putted my hand underneath
the curtain and gave Polly a piece of my supper cake I saved for her-
-not the frosted part, but the burnt part I couldn't eat--and she
liked it and kissed my hand--and then I fought she was lonesome, and
would like to see my littlest frog, and I told her to put out her
hand again for a s'prise, and I squeezed him into it tight, so 't he
wouldn't jump--and she fought it was more cake, and when she found it
wasn't she frew my littlest frog clear away, and it got losted!'
This brought a howl of mirth from everybody, and Dicky was
instructed, while being put to bed, not to squeeze little frogs into
people's hands in the dark, as it sometimes affected them
unpleasantly.


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