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s a man and drowning was too good for them.

Chapter 1.

IV.

"Wait for me, Isa-bel! Kezia, wait for me!"

There was poor little Lottie, left behind again, because she found it so fearfully hard to get over the stile by herself. When she stood on the first step her knees began to wobble; she grasped the post. Then you had to put one leg over. But which leg? She never could decide. And when she did finally put one leg over with a sort of stamp of despair--then the feeling was awful. She was half in the paddock still and half in the tussock grass. She clutched the post desperately and lifted up her voice. "Wait for me!"

"No, don't you wait for her, Kezia!" said Isabel. "She's such a little silly. She's always making a fuss. Come on!" And she tugged Kezia's jersey. "You can use my bucket if you come with me," she said kindly. "It's bigger than yours." But Kezia couldn't leave Lottie all by herself. She ran back to her. By

Prelude
Je Ne Parle Pas Francais
Bliss
The Wind Blows
Psychology
Pictures
The Man Without A Temperament
Mr. Reginald Peacock's Day
Sun And Moon
Feuille D'album
A Dill Pickle
The Little Governess
Revelations
The Escape

s a man and drowning was too good for them.

Chapter 1.

IV.

"Wait for me, Isa-bel! Kezia, wait for me!"

There was poor little Lottie, left behind again, because she found it so fearfully hard to get over the stile by herself. When she stood on the first step her knees began to wobble; she grasped the post. Then you had to put one leg over. But which leg? She never could decide. And when she did finally put one leg over with a sort of stamp of despair--then the feeling was awful. She was half in the paddock still and half in the tussock grass. She clutched the post desperately and lifted up her voice. "Wait for me!"

"No, don't you wait for her, Kezia!" said Isabel. "She's such a little silly. She's always making a fuss. Come on!" And she tugged Kezia's jersey. "You can use my bucket if you come with me," she said kindly. "It's bigger than yours." But Kezia couldn't leave Lottie all by herself. She ran back to her. By

Prelude
Je Ne Parle Pas Francais
Bliss
The Wind Blows
Psychology
Pictures
The Man Without A Temperament
Mr. Reginald Peacock's Day
Sun And Moon
Feuille D'album
A Dill Pickle
The Little Governess
Revelations
The Escape