It was a wild goose, limp and drabbled, and Sara looked up in surprise
at the boy.
"You didn't shoot it, Morton?"
"No; but I killed it!" exultantly. "I've got the 'honk' so I can do it
nearly as well as Uncle Adam Standish; and this morning I was down in a
nice little cove, when I saw this old fellow light on the water close
by. Then he paddled out and began feeding along the beach. So I 'honked'
to him, and he answered, and I kept on, and he came closer. I'd first
broken off this piece of rock to bring home and show you that bit of
crystal in it, when I thought I'd use it, and I rose up and let fly!
Well, it toppled him over, and I jumped out and caught hold of him
before he could get away, and wrung his neck--and there's the goose, and
here's the rock!"
He pointed triumphantly to each, while Molly executed a sort of scalp-
dance about the group, snapping her fingers and smacking her lips, as
she cried, "Won't we have a dinner, though? And I'm so sick of herring!
You'll cook it for dinner, won't you, Sara?"
The young girl hesitated a moment, her eyes going from one eager face to
the other with a deprecating glance. No one knew better than she how
delightful this change of diet would be; but she quickly put aside her
own desire, and said gently,
"I'm so proud of you, Morton! Molly and I can't complain with such a man
to look after us, can we? But look at this.
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