Feelin' sick ?" "Don't know what's the matter with me," Harvey replied.

"Seems if my insides were too big for my outsides.

I'm all crowded up and shivery." "Dispepsy?
Pshaw-too bad.

We'll wait for the readin', an' then we'll quit, an' catch the tide." The widows--they were nearly all of that season's making--braced themselves rigidly like people going to be shot in cold blood, for they knew what was coming.

The summer-boarder girls in pink and blue shirt-waists stopped tittering over Captain Edwardes's wonderful poem, and looked back to see why all was silent.