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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet — 7. Harry Evens Old Scores (1907)

The sail filled and the boat, with Roy lying like a log in the tiny cockpit and Joe Thurston crouched beside him, leaped away. The others, shouting their thanks to the marooned Bob, who, having no skates, decided to stay where he was until his chum returned to pick him up, hurried after the boat. At any other time they would have felt the cold terribly, deprived as they were of their sweaters, but just now they were far too excited. All talked at once as they raced along and Harry was forced to listen to much enthusiastic praise of her pluck and readiness.
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet — 7. Harry Evens Old Scores (1907)

How about you, Harry?”
“I won’t say anything unless some one asks me,” said Harry.
“That’s all right, then,” said Roy. “Here, take some of these sweaters; you folks must be freezing to death. I’m as warm as toast now.”
“Doesn’t make any difference,” Dick declared. “You keep as many of those around you as you can. And when you get up the hill you sneak up to the dormitory and lie down and keep warm until supper time.”
“You ought to have some peppermint tea,” said Harry. “I’ll make some and give it to Chub to take over to you. It’ll warm you up inside beautifully!”
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour Tom, Dick and Harriet — 7. Harry Evens Old Scores (1907)

Please, God, let me be in time!” And presently, as she drew near, she saw Roy’s head above the surface and was sure that her prayer would be answered. Off came the brown sweater with the white F. H. upon it and away blew Harry’s tam-o’-shanter across the ice. And then she was down on her knees, crawling anxiously across the edge of the treacherous surface.
“Harry caught her sweater by the end of one sleeve and tossed it toward him”
Roy, with white face and closed eyes, his light brown hair plastered down upon his forehead, was beating the air feebly with his hands.
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