Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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82 THE WRECKER’s DAUGHTERS ‘ Tangee. I would rather go fishing than go to school—that is, when the weather gets warm. At present, I'd rather lie in bed, and have you take care of me: It’s so odd of your father to call his house a ship, and to make it as much like one as possible. 1 can never forget it, nor that he saved my life, nor that you finished the good work for him. I wonder what Oliver Gifford, senior, would say if he could take a peep at his precious baby now? It’s a queer place, Ceylon is, Tangee. We ride elephants there, and there are sometimes tigers in the forest. Plenty of monkeys, too, and the air is sweet with cinnamon. I shall freeze to death here, I fear, when I haye to go out of doors.” “I think I must have been in Ceylon,” mused Tangee, with a far-away, dreamy look. “I have scen all the things you have told me about, when I lie in the hot sand on a summer _ day, and look up into the warm, blue sky, or lean“ over my boat and gaze down into the placid, blue water.” Another week of such chattering as this, with Oliver well enough to sit up, and the two slone together all day, was equai to years of ordinary intercourse in ripening the friend- ship which had sprung up between them. As for Tangee, who had always been happy, she walked in a paradise of de- light; intense as her life had been, it seemed to her that she had never lived before. “ Olla” knew so much, and talked of such interesting things ; and she, in return, had only to tel] him of her fishing, her search for shells, her little voyages made in an open boat, when she would lie down in the bottom and let the water rock her like a cradle. Very warm and steadfast friends were the two, when Mr. Wetmore came, like some cruel fate, to divide them. Tange could not keep from crying, which made Oliver kiss her, and promise most certainly to spend his first vacation at the Jolly Jack, and also, in the meantime, to send her ont a bundle of books and some pictures for the cabin walls. The merchant heard the promise of the visit with a quiet smile; he knew enough of the world to believe that the memory of the Jolly Jack would vanish with sufficient rapidity, when new and more fitting scenes arose i: the youth’s experience, Pepculitiiers Poor Tangee| the rest of the winter, to her, was like the Comicbooksscom * - ——