for bait. He accepted, lit his pipe & Flavie led the way. We rifled Mr. McCracken's potatoe patch of rich & juicy worms - many score. My star picture of Tom in the act was a failure - oh alas! Down the hill I snapped the ice house & the "pretty water". Was sorry not to take the "ark" - a floating store on the dock (-or is it "Floating palace castle"?) Now came the tug Tom must row till his sail was mended. I helped him off. We braved the waves & put up the sail & tacked twice. Waves were cut & the Roses shirts were saturated. I had the stern & only suffered as the water rose below. At last we rowed - to my steering & found Tom just arrived & mending his sail with a piece of Helen's string. We bade him goodbye "Perhaps forever", and Ned said she'd take me fishing with the new worms - and away she rowed across the little channel toward Sawyer's & the breakers kept getting bigger & fairly drove us into the little cove where we were to fish. But in we went and tried here & there in the still places (or comparatively) to fish - but the sunfish
for bait. He accepted, lit his pipe & Flavie led the way. We rifled Mr. McCracken's potatoe patch of rich & juicy worms - many score. My star picture of Tom in the act was a failure - oh alas! Down the hill I snapped the ice house & the "pretty water". Was sorry not to take the "ark" - a floating store on the dock (-or is it "Floating palace castle"?) Now came the tug Tom must row till his sail was mended. I helped him off. We braved the waves & put up the sail & tacked twice. Waves were cut & the Roses shirts were saturated. I had the stern & only suffered as the water rose below. At last we rowed - to my steering & found Tom just arrived & mending his sail with a piece of Helen's string. We bade him goodbye "Perhaps forever", and Ned said she'd take me fishing with the new worms - and away she rowed across the little channel toward Sawyer's & the breakers kept getting bigger & fairly drove us into the little cove where we were to fish. But in we went and tried here & there in the still places (or comparatively) to fish - but the sunfish
for bait. He accepted, lit his pipe & Flavie led the way. We rifled Mr. McCracken's potatoe patch of rich & juicy worms - many score. My star picture of Tom in the act was a failure - oh alas! Down the hill I snapped the ice house & the "pretty water". Was sorry not to take the "ark" - a floating store on the dock (-or is it "Floating palace castle"?) Now came the tug Tom must row till his sail was mended. I helped him off. We braved the waves & put up the sail & tacked twice. Waves were cut & the Roses shirts were saturated. I had the stern & only suffered as the water rose below. At last we rowed - to my steering & found Tom just arrived & mending his sail with a piece of Helen's string. We bade him goodbye "Perhaps forever", and Ned said she'd take me fishing with the new worms - and away she rowed across the little channel toward Sawyer's & the breakers kept getting bigger & fairly drove us into the little cove where we were to fish. But in we went and tried here & there in the still places (or comparatively) to fish - but the sunfish
