Ralph Henry Barbour

Ralph Henry Barbour

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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 8. A Guest at Camp (1908)

Roy pretended to be relieved at finding “W. N.” away, but in reality he was quite as curious as any one, and just as anxious to see the mysterious person.
“We can’t invite him to supper,” said Harry sorrowfully.
“Let’s leave him a note and put it on the berries,” said Chub.
After some discussion this plan was agreed to. Dick supplied a scrap of paper from the back of an envelop and Chub had a pencil at the end of his watch chain.
“I suppose this ought to be in rhyme,” said Chub, “but it’s beyond me.”
“Oh, never mind that,” said Roy. “We can’t all be poets.”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 8. A Guest at Camp (1908)

I’ve never met a real poet.”
“Well, if we do,” said Dick grimly, “I’m for hiding the solid silver.”
They reached Point Harriet without finding trace of the quarry, although whenever Snip barked in the woods Chub insisted that the poet was treed. They turned homeward and passed the Grapes and Hood’s Hill. Then, as they scrambled down to Outer Beach, Roy gave a shout. At their feet lay the still smoldering remains of a small fire.
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Harry's Island — 8. A Guest at Camp (1908)

Gee! Wish I was a poet!”
“You always have cake when there’s company,” answered Harry.
“Wish I was company, then,” said Chub. “I tell you what, fellows; I’ll go off and camp by myself at the other end of the island and then you can invite me to take dinner and supper with you and feed me cake. Chocolate cake, for choice,” he added reflectively.
The two boats drifted down to the island and presently were side by side on Inner Beach. In the intervals of assisting Dick with the task of preparing the evening meal, the others played quoits with horse-shoes which had been left from spring camping.
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