Peter's Goat
by creak, creak, all round the Gardens. It was the Opening of the Gates, and Peter jumped nervously into his boat. He knew Maimie would not come with him now, and he was trying bravely not to cry. But Maimie was sobbing painfully.
‘If I should be too late,’ she said in agony, ‘O Peter, if she has got another one already!’
Again he sprang ashore as if she had called him back. ‘I shall come and look for you to-night,’ he said, squeezing close, ‘but if you hurry away I think you will be in time.’
Then he pressed a last thimble on her sweet little mouth, and covered his face with his hands so that he might not see her go.
‘Dear Peter!’ she cried.
‘Dear Maimie!’ cried the tragic boy.
She leapt into his arms, so that it was a sort of fairy wedding, and then she hurried away. Oh, how she hastened to the gates! Peter, you may be sure, was back in the Gardens that night as soon as Lock-out sounded, but he found no Maimie, and so he knew she had been in time. For long he hoped that some night she would come back to him; often he thought he saw her waiting for
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