THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
jerked off her shoes and stockings, tucked up her skirt, and marched in, with many a squeal of delight.
They made fairy boats of the lilies, and sailed large fleets off to the Islands of the Blest. They laughed and called out to each other like veritable children; and in the midst of things Mrs. Martin appeared on the bank and beheld the spectacle.
"Why, Priscilla Martin," she gasped.
"Tony!"
He turned a boyish face to her. "We've just sent off a splendid cargo of poppy seeds and forgetfulness flowers, bound for the Island of Childhood!"
"Oh, mother," cried Priscilla, "it's such fun! Come in—do."
"No, dear, it is not for old ladies to invite the rheumatism. I've sent my ship from another port—I wonder will our fleets come home again?" she added softly.
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