Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 216: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 209 cushions piled upon the seats. Springing in, and unfastening the boat, she pushed it away from shore. Hal, lounging idly on the sand, called out, lazily : ‘* Which way, Kit?” She pointed down the beach, where the pretty white lizht- house reared its head against the blue, hazy sky. ‘* All right,” drawled Hal, who was blind as a bat to the real situation, and would as soon have thought that the end of the world was at hand as that Kittie cared for Howard Ashleigh. ‘*Go on, sis; youll find Howard down there somewhere. His ‘boat is on the shore, and his bark is on the sea.’ Oh, I never could quote Byron worth a cent. Why, Kit, where are you going ?’ . For Kittie had deliberately turned her boat about. She would not have encountered Howard Ashleigh alone for the round world. ‘‘Over to the island,” she returned, promptly; ‘‘it’s more quiet there, and I am going to read,” holding up a tiny blue and gold. volume of Tennyson. Hal nodded. ‘«By-by !” he cried. ‘‘ Don't forget yourself, Kittie, and let the tide overtake you.” ‘“No danger,” she sang out, cheerily ; and the Undine flew away, skimming the water like a bird. At last the keel of the Undine grated the sand, and Kittie sprang out, fastened her boat by carelessly tossing the chain over a gnarled root; and then, with her book in hand, and a pretty striped shawl over her arm, she wandered slowly down the beach. ‘©<T’m monarch of all I survey !’” she cried, merrily glanc- ing about her—‘‘a female edition of Robison Crusoe. Some girls would be afraid to stay here a moment alone, but I—ah !” She paused in horror and amazement, a little cry of alarm fluttering from her lips. | Right in her path was a great pine tree, and there lying care- (e(@) GComichooks =)