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"Well, I never did like addition, it's substraction I'm so smart in."
"Yes, it must be _substraction_, I think," sarcastically.
"Yes, that's it," with entire oblivion of her sister's accent; "and now
I begin to see, when I'm twenty-two I won't be a girl?"
"Hardly."
"Yes; but I'll be a woman, and that's worse, isn't it? Oh! there's
Kathie, and she's got some cookies that are too dry to sell; I'm going
to help her eat them," with which laudable purpose away she ran, to
forget the limitations of her sex in an operation dear to both.
About a week later came this letter from Morton.
DEAR SARA AND MOLLY,--As I'm all alone, with nothing to do, and the
gnats won't let me sleep, and I've got more than we need to eat, so it's
no good to hunt or fish, I thought I'd start a letter, and when I get to
a post-office again I'll mail it. To begin at the beginning, we launched
the Bonny Doon about two o'clock, and at once set sail for the south (we
really poled the boat along, for there wasn't a breath of wind, and it
was hardly deep enough to keep her afloat; but it sounds better to say
"set sail," you know), and were making about four knots an hour, when I
saw the professor open a long wooden box I had noticed among the outfit,
and take out a gun, all in sections, and begin to put it together.
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