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

 Bay. He was speaking about it only yestei'day." 



" 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 jylunge 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 ? " 



