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Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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ack,unwilling to sit and hold hishands and think, joined hissister. Together they dressedas if for outdoors, and thenwent up to the big, dim, cob-webby attic. It was cold. Whew ! said Jack. Letsbegin. Let s start on thatpile of junk over there ! andhe stepped toward it as hespoke. Whether he stumbled andfell or hit her arm by acci-dent, he could never tell, butthe next instant he was work-ing madly to extinguish the flames which the oil from a broken lamp wasspreading, while Fanny beat at his face and bodywith a blanket she had swept from a rafter.Luckily, they put the flames out, but when it wasall over, save the smoke, Jack was curled up onthe floor, moaning, his face black, and his cryall: Oh, my eyes—my eyes ! Oh, my eyes ! Very gently Fanny led him down the stairs, into the warmth and light of the sitting-room. As the warm air struck him, he gasped with pain. My collar, Fanny; get it off—oh! Quickly the girl unbuttoned his collar and opened his shirt at the neck. He was badly
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SHE SPUN AWAY DOWN THE CRACKING, BOOMING RIBBON OF ICE. burned. Deftly she bathed the tortured face andneck, bound up the burns, and oiled the bandages.Then there was nothing to do but sit and watch.Jack was a man in heart if a boy in years.Beyond his first involuntary cry, he set his teethand said nothing. But Fanny knew. Once whenshe left the room noisily and crept back, sheheard him moan, My eyes! Father, my eyes! 300 SKATE-SAILING FOR LIFE It was too much for Fanny. She said to her-self: If I were hurt, Jack would never sit still andwatch. He d do something. He needs a doctor.It s only twenty miles to town by river. I canmake it under the hour with the sail. Even as she began to get together skates, cloakand gloves, sweater, and the fur danco, shestopped. Wolves! Father said he saw a wolf track.And Father told Jack to stay off the river. IfFather were only here! If I only had anotherhorse ! But / m not afraid. At least, I m notmuch afraid. And he did nt tell me to stay off. Quietl

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