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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


Sam Brewster laughed at their wild imaginings and said: "Ah shouldn't
wonder but what you-all will find a second 'Aladdin's Lamp' hiding
place. Just think of the fun to be had by rubbing the Lamp and wishing
for things!"
Then Jeb brought the mounts from the barn and Sary helped him strap the
panniers and kit to Choko. Just as they were ready to start, Sary flew
out with a paper package carefully held.
"Polly, Ah made a s'prise fer you-all, but don't let Choko roll in it
er run away, er my work will go fer nuthin'."
"Don't worry about Choko, Sary, he's too trustworthy to serve us such a
trick," bragged Polly, petting the burro on the head.
"Wall, then, see thet it hain't shooken up too much er gittin' mashed
under the ax," were the parting words from Sary, as she shifted the
short ax, which is an important item in every outfit.
It was a wonderful summer day--the kind that makes one feel happy in
mere living, and the anticipation of wonders to come added a zest to
the outing for the girls.
They left the trail leading from Pebbly Pit and picked up the rough
mountain trail at the Forks, Barbara and Eleanor exclaiming constantly
at the gorgeous wild flowers growing wherever the roots could find
lodgment.
"I never saw such columbines! Four times the size of ours in the East,"
cried Eleanor.
"And those marvelous orange-colored blossoms! They look like a rare
exotic, with their huge clusters and flaunting colors!" exclaimed
Barbara.


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