Hurrah for the Holidays! 89

 

to set it right. How my back ana
arm did ache as I held it up for
him, lying flat on the grass, to
twitch, and pull, and contrive, and,
at last, to conquer! That happy
moment had just come when there
was a sound of wheels in the road
near us. One minute more, and
Uncle Hugh’s voice was heard
calling us, and the carriage stopped
to take us up. What grand,
glorious news we were told as we
drove home, two hatless, jacketless,
sun-burnt children, I must not tell
you this time.