Beadle's Dime Novels No. 35: East and West — page 13: what you’re looking at

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-DREAM-LAND. . Ww. so she had soon abandoned her secret wish, and returned to the quiet discussion of some neighborly matters with Frank’s wife, while the elder women talked of household subjects. Late in the evening the fishing-party were heard returning, and Olive and her mother hurried on their shawls and hoods to be ready to go the instant Frank called for them, having a walk of a mile to perform before sleeping. Minnie was watching her chance, however, to speak to her brother, and in reply to his hail, presented herself at the door with a “ Come in a minute, Frank, won’t you ?” 4 “ No, my little owl, I can not. ‘ Duty before pleasure,’ as the monkey said, when he painted his tail sky-blue. Tell Olive to hurry. Hurrah the house! Here's your nice, fine pickerel !” = Having shown his social disposition by making all the noise he could, Frank started on with a couple of huge fish as his share of the spoils, and had got as far as the bridge over the creek, when his disengaged arm was nervously seized by some one from behind. “ What's this ?’ he exclaimed, with a real start. “Oh Frank, cousin Constance is coming to see us!” “Who told you so?” “Why, nobody—you see—why, you know about Mrs. Gleason’s dream ?” “ Little goose! go home to nest, and let us do the same.” “ But, Frank—” , “ Pshoo, pshoo, p-s-h-o-o !” and with that he ran quite away. The last embers of the fire had quite died out “before Min- nie had ceased building Spanish castles in them that night; and the castle-building still went on in her dreams in even a grander style than when waking. While Minnie dreamed, her parents slumbered near her, and the snoring of the hands in the “ mill-room ” was harmo- nized by the sound of falling water; the soft spring wind kept up its fluttering, and the stars that multiplied in the midnight heavens beheld their images broken into countless splinters of light on the ripples of the creek. Toward morning the moon ~ in its last quarter balanced its pearl-shell boat a moment on a peak of the bluffs, then floated off upon the dark blue heaven beside the morning star. Only the sly little prairie-wolf, comliclooks.conn