They came
up to the little door, and told us to push with our united
strength against it. The rusty lock soon yielded, and how good it
was to look into those two beloved human faces once more! But we
little girls were not invited to join my brother again when he
tolled the bell: if we had been, I think we should have promptly
declined the invitation.
Many of my childish misadventures came to me in connection with
my little sister, who, having been much indulged, too it for
granted that she could always have what she wanted.
One day we two were allowed to take a walk together; I, as the
older, being supposed to take care of her. Although we were going
towards the Cove, over a secluded road, she insisted upon wearing
a brand-new pair of red morocco boots. All went well until we
came to a bog by the roadside, where sweet-flag and cat-tails
grew. Out in the middle of the bog, where no venturesome boy had
ever attempted their seizure, there were many tall, fine-looking
brown cat-tails growing.
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