The Knights of the White Shield / Up-the-Ladder Club Series, Round One Play

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see Charlie down stairs until half past six. This morning, Aunt Stanshy; looked up at the clock on the high mantel-piece and saw that

let him sleep, he was so tired, but he ough

to her own room. Peeping into Charlie's room, she saw the boy fast asleep on the bed. Stealing softly across the bare floor and reaching the red and yellow home-braided rug before his b

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l north-easter sweeping in from the sea, pushing along a fleet of many clouds packed with a heavy cargo of rain, and, as it advances, let this wind sound many big, hoarse trumpets all about the houses and barns, up and down the streets! An organ in church played by Prof. Jump-up-and-down is nothing compared with such a north-easter; Charlie heard the grand music of the wind. By and by he heard Aunt Stanshy's step on the stairs.

and then come down and sit with me in the sitting-roo

nd not go

ay, when that c

s ironing. She generally did her ironing in the sitting-room, as the kitchen was very smal

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in folks, in them days, were not like Miss Persnips, that keeps the little thread-and-needle store on the corner, without any snap to 'em. My great-great-grandmother just tore round that room at a lively rate. She slammed the shutters, she banged about the chairs. Then she pretended that there were lots of men-folks in the house, and she kept call

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ther side of the river, and I will show it to you some time, or I will show you what is left. They have built

wind, what grand music it made! The chimney seemed to

y said, "What will

n in Boston last summer? May I write what

aste better, and it seems to aff

paper, and left it on the table for her inspection while he went up stairs. D

pickle Aunt Stanshy, would be

exclaimed Aunt S

returned to th

Charles Pitt, a

to toast.' That is on one side, and on the other, 'A pickle would be nice,' and I see now that you could read the words

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antly this unintended joke, she manifested her penitence by getting up an extra dinner for Charlie. There was more toast, and even of a finer quality. There was another orange, and there was some je

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ilors manifested several times when going from the saloons on Water Street down to their vessels at the wharf in which the lane ended. They would stagger against the house, pushing one another and bombarding it. Aunt Stanshy was on hand, though. A pail of freshly-drawn water, Arctic cold, and from an upper window, administered freely to th

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the weather, looking up at the vane. People say that she has a grea

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every thing, except ask old Miss Walton right out, but they c

ered along he was exposed to all the pitiless pelting of the wi

thizing Charlie exclaime

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uch better, better," said Aunt Stanshy, going to the window. She gave one look and came back to her ironing.

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ain, pounded the clothes with it vigorously, as if

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sheet before her, and Charlie was reluctant to ask again. For some time there was silence, the only interrupting sound

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the box which he had turned over. "Now I must have sails. It is going

of naval architecture, a monitor with a turret, the deck bordered with

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waters, and that meant he had swept his enemy from the sea, and if he hadn't, he would certainly do it and make clean work of it. Over the blue waters he went skipping along, feeling dreadful big, with that broom at the

he monitor, was still sailing in the sitting-room, its sails all se

ss may go on?" was the last questi

might last several weeks, but

taking jelly by the shovelful! The next morning he felt-though unwilling to confess it-much better. At noon keen old Dr. Pillipot happened to come along, and Aunt Stanshy referred Charlie's case to him. Old Dr. Pillipot bent his sharp, gray eyes down

wish I had scared his horse off when I saw him coming do

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tanshy. She told him he need not go to school unti

set took a cargo on

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d as these, if tied together, would have made good chain-shot for the monitor, and y