Excerpt: ...matter was settled, and perhaps he, Gerald, would better be seeing to the lanterns. "Aren't you a little hard on the boy?" asked Mrs. Merryweather, when she and her husband were left alone together. "He needs something to bite on!" was the reply. "He is going through a kind of moral teething." This regatta was the first that Margaret had ever seen, and she was greatly excited. "Tell us when we are just right!" she cried to the Chief as she passed the Ark. "Oh! anchor by the red flag? yes, I remember, you told me ...
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Excerpt: ...matter was settled, and perhaps he, Gerald, would better be seeing to the lanterns. "Aren't you a little hard on the boy?" asked Mrs. Merryweather, when she and her husband were left alone together. "He needs something to bite on!" was the reply. "He is going through a kind of moral teething." This regatta was the first that Margaret had ever seen, and she was greatly excited. "Tell us when we are just right!" she cried to the Chief as she passed the Ark. "Oh! anchor by the red flag? yes, I remember, you told me before. Now, Mr. Belleville, will you throw out the anchor, please?" 147 "Must I?" rejoined Mr. Belleville. "It seems a pity! So charming to row about a bit, don't you think? oh! well, if you insist!"
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