Rilla of the Lighthouse

ad in her Treasure Cave. So many things of unusual interest had occurred of

it Rilla to share, saying that peeling potatoes and the like was her part of the dr

ing to the big light all by himself. "I reckon he'd think he was gettin' old if he had to be

time she stood silently gazing down at the spot where he had been on that never to be forgott

dog, if yo' won't be tellin' it." Then she whispered into the long shaggy ear: "I reckon I'm glad now that yo' wouldn't." Then, springing up, she scrambled down the rocks and r

re." Together they slowly ascended the perilously steep cliff

ttle cry of eagerness, for under one of the

at it, her cheeks flu

he took from one to two months' vacation, returning to the home of his boyhood for what he called an absolute rest, but the fisherfolk, who loved him, flocked to him for advice and help, and

denly rising she went to a crevice in the rocks and brought forth a Second Reader which the doctor had given her. She knew every word in it, but she could not always recognize

etter as I ever had, an' Gene Beavers, 'twas, as left it for me." Then,

ee you again, but if I do not I want you to know how much I like you. I

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d almost pensive. For the first time in her fifteen years she was wishing she had "learnin'." Suddenly she sprang up, her face brightening. "Shags," she said, "many's the

attend the Tunkett school, but he seemed hardly to know that she was there so occu

in the Irish blue eyes of his old mate, nor the question, "D'y reckon yo'

ble trying to compose a letter to the father of Rilla, but each attempt was torn to shreds an

's no tarnation hurry. I've signed articles to tend to

the letter to Muriel's father, but one thing and anoth