A Novel Style of Boarder
She led me away, and I undressed and washed myself and put on my Sunday clothes.
When I reappeared I went out on deck with Euphemia. The boarder was there, standing by the petunia bed. His arms were folded, and he was thinking profoundly. As we approached, he turned towards us.
"Mercy! has anything happened?"
"You were right about that anchor," he said. "I should not have hauled it in; but it was such a little anchor that I thought it would be of more use on board as a garden hoe."
"A very little anchor will sometimes do very well," said I cuttingly, "when it is hooked around a tree."
"Yes, there is something in that," said he.
It was now growing late, and as our agitation subsided we began to be hungry. Fortunately, we had
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