Augusta Huiell Seaman

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Augusta Huiell Seaman The Slipper Point Mystery (novella… (1919)

So she determined to extend her search, and, as she pursued her difficult quest, she became constantly more involved in the thick undergrowth, and more scratched and disheveled every moment, till at length she stood at the top of the bluff. From this point she could see in every direction, but not a vestige of Sally and Genevieve appeared. More bewildered than ever, Doris clambered back to the spot where she had last seen them. And as there was plainly now no other course, she stood where she was and called aloud:
"Sally! Sal-ly! I give it up. Where in the world are you?"
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Augusta Huiell Seaman The Slipper Point Mystery (novella… (1919)

She made the latter statement so meaningly that Doris's ready curiosity was fired at once.
"Oh, what have you found out, Sally? Can't you tell me? I will never tell a soul."
But the acquaintance was evidently too new, and the secret too precious for the other to impart just yet. She only shook her head and replied:
"No, honestly, I somehow can't. It's Genevieve's secret and mine, and we 've promised we'd never tell a soul. Have n't we, Genevieve?" The baby gravely nodded, and Sally headed her boat for the wagon-bridge that crossed the upper part of the river.
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Augusta Huiell Seaman The Slipper Point Mystery (novella… (1919)

Mother is n't very well, and likes to lie down a lot, and I just don't know what to do with myself. Won't you tell me your name?"
"Oh. I'm Sally—Sally Carter. It's a horrid name, is n't it? But my little sister's is pretty—Genevieve. Dad owns this landing, and that was my mother up at the candy counter. What's your name?"
"Doris Craig," replied the girl in white. "And I believe you 're as lonely as I am. or you would n't be sitting here all by yourselves—you and Genevieve. Won't you come and take a paddle in my canoe? We could put the baby in the middle.
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