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skirted its beach with an ever-advancing line of foam. Garth had been exploring every corner of the island, and the tired leg was dragging more and more wearily. Jim stretched himself and, leaning on his elbow, looked across the huckleberry scrub at his son. Presently he said:
"Come hither, and I will a tale unfold."
Garth scrambled to him eagerly and cuddled happily into the hollow of his father's bare brown arm.
"Begin, please," he said.
