The Merryweathers
Willy Mer
ther, without looking
er his shoulder. "Mammy, I wi
certainly. How
uncomfortable
and now she wants it. She alwa
I haven't been in it for two day
her sentence; she looked up, and surveyed
, abruptly. "I thought K
of her apron, and Willy fel
ther in a tone of wonder. "You should
" murmured the children, the red b
Kitty and Willy perfectly well; they are brother and sister, two cheerful, affectionate childr
after them: "If you should see Kitty and Wil
looked so abstractedly over their glasses, Willy rubbed his shoulders un
hat way!" said Willy, half to himself, but with a side g
"She always says there is no need of quarrelling, and she d
aid Willy. "I don't see w
e's the use? Never mind about the Rangeley;
said Willy. "Y
may
his shoulders, Kitty ki
her curls back. "I've got over mine, Willy!"
illy, slowly. "
" asked Kitty. "Then we ca
ening at once. "Where shall we
the milk! That
ht, come
but,
el
and tell M
before their mother, who was still writing bus
ondering where you were. What are
have the Rangeley together,
for the milk!
have the boat if you wanted it. That will be very nice, only b
" said the P
ir!" repli
his eyes. His belt contained a perfect armory of weapons; item, a pistol that had lost its barrel; item, three wooden daggers, assorted sizes; item, one tomahawk, home-made. The mate was scarcely less terrifying, for though a blue petticoat showed beneath his oilskin jacket
vast there! dost s
see a craft on
Bill; not jib boom! You
OT A PLA
how, I see a craft, your Honor. I think she is a plat
strument, which the ignorant might have mistaken for a battered tin ho
er from Samarcand, laden with raisins and fig-paste and lichi nuts and cream dates. I shouldn't wonder if she had nar
sir! st
thing you can think of. Ha! we are off! Row hard now, Bill! The lubbers
ay,
d to your oars, my hearties! grappling-c
and in counting the number of separate aches she felt after her first lesson in rowing. Moreover, the bloody pirates had conducted their co
he cried. "What is
t terror. "Mercy! mercy!" he cried; cowering down in his seat. ("It's th
Peggy, following suit, and clas
d aboard the ill-fated merchantman. The Pirate Captain, standi
ship i
in Zebedee Moses of Squedunk,
ou have a cargo of raisins and fig-paste and cream dates, hand
ve no fig-paste, but wouldn't fresh doughnuts do as well, O
riefly. "This once I spare ye, but cross not my path again! I jolly well forgot about tea," he added,
it jolly well was!" he replied. "You'd better
-cans were waiting, but Kitty and Willy were both go
ngland, who had not had his fill of glory. "The cans mig
e to hear us be si
ilk-can,-a tall "separator" which held the whole provision for the family supper and breakfast,-and bore it in triumph to the boat. But, alas! for the gallant pirates! In getting aboard, on
en be?" asked Mrs. Merryw
h were fried, the campers were hungry
hey be?" sai
the lake. "They are out there!" he said. "I see them, but they don't
ut across the lake
eard in reply. "Do
still calm, but pe
ll, and the boat crept over the water. Wh
llant England!" said Phil. "When it
her. "Broken an oar, probably, or lost a rowlock.
e wharf, but a piteous wail aro
dy come down! we want
nd both parents hurried down to the wharf, toward which two
ll?" said Mr. Merrywea
said Willy, in a ca
ll of it?" inqui
!" said Wil
"The old can-just-upset! and we are so we
; never mind about the mil
ily. "My poor chicks, where have you been all
en rowing around for ever and ever so long,
as she was, into her mother's arms. On her mother's shoulder she sobbed out the rest of the pitiful little story. Kitty was twelve, a
crying into the spilt milk, too, and making the boat all the wetter! Hush! hush! Run along, Papa and Willy-dear li