Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 280
eanwhile, the animals had mounted on foursand-hills, and were solemnly looking on, whileRobinson, who seemed to have run out of tooth-powder, was hurriedly loading his gun with sand.The next moment the clock struck the beach with (To b. great force, and turning completely over on thesand, buried… … He came one blustering, snowy day In February weather ;He carried on his dimpled arm A portmanteau of leather. The music of whose broken speechA happy home rejoices ;Whose prattle has a sweeter soundThan other peoples voices. He tapped against my window-pane ; He said : You sly old fellow,Come,…
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