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BLUE PETER
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that to things I'm proud of, perhaps you won't think much of what I was going to show you," she threatened. "I forgot—such a traveler as you are"—

"No, indeed," he laughed. "I never saw anything I liked better." He had been looking down at the back of her head, and her hair, wind-blown, that gleamed like newly weathered bronze. "Show me everything. That 's a landing-pier down on your beach. Do you sail?"

"No," she confessed. "My father won't go on the water. We had a rowboat, but it went adrift last spring."

"But in case of sickness or anything?" he wondered. "Can you telephone to the mainland?"

"Why, no," replied the girl, in surprise. "I don't believe he ever thought of that. The boat brings us over all we need, every Saturday. Oh, and in such weather! In winter it's larks to wade down through the snow and help them land. And sometimes there's a letter from my uncle Morgan. And sometimes it's too rough for the men