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92 The Cottage on the Chiff.

 

shrimps and shells and sea-weed,
and merry, merry waves in one
happy muddle! And do you
know, nothing could induce the
horses to trot fast enough up the
long drive; they never seemed to
consider one bit how much we had
to tell, nor, indeed, how much we
had zo do, in preparation for to-
morrow. What if they had done a
good thirty miles since breakfast,
they could stay at home next day
and eat hay from morning to night
and leave it to Fairy and White-
foot to do the hot work for us.

I really cannot tell you how
much sleep we got that night. I