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little recreation, and father does so like a day on the 

 Bay. He was speaking about it only yesterday." 



" But how odd that they should go alone ; I 

 wonder why your father does not take you, you like 

 the Bay almost as well as he does." 



" Pretty nearly," she replied with a laugh ; " I 

 love the breeze and the water, especially when we 

 run outside and plunge into the monstrous waves of 

 the ocean. It seems so fresh, and limitless, and 

 powerful." 



" Yes, and you like to pull out the blue-fish ; it is 

 not all poetry, for to tell the truth, I have always 

 felt convinced from your way of looking at them, 

 that every time you caught a fish you thought of 

 the pot and fancied how nice he would be on table." 



" Take care, sir, or the next time we go I will 

 leave you to your own devices in the way of cook- 

 ing. Do you remember when I found you trying 

 to cook a big blue-fish on a long stick, over a huge 

 hot fire, without any salt or butter?" 



" But the old folks will be sure to fall out over 

 politics or polemics, and come home in a dudgeon, 

 as they have been near doing before this, your 

 father is so fiery; I hope, for my future peace, his 

 daughter does not take after him." 



" Now, Harry ! " accompanied with a deep blush, 

 was all the answer, and Katy was turning away, 

 knowing instinctively how to punish her saucy lover, 

 when Harry hastily continued : 



" I think I have prevented that, however." 



"Have you? How?" 



