Identifier: selectworksofbre00hart (find matches)
Title: The select works of Bret Hartte in prose and poetry
Year: 1872 (1870s)
Authors: Harte, Bret, 1836-1902
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Publisher: London : Chatto and Windus, Piccadilly
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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rently out of the circumambient air :— May I trouble you to look at the barometer? She put her head over the car. Little was hanging at theend of a long rope. She put her head back again. In another moment he saw her perplexed, blushing faceover the edge,—blissful sight. 0, please dont think of coming up! Stay there, do ! Little stayed. Of course she could make nothing out ofthe barometer, and said so. Little smiled. Will you kindly send it down to me V But she had no string or cord. Finally she said, Wait amoment. Little waited. This time her face did not appear. Thebarometer came slowly down at the end of—a stay-lace. The barometer showed a frightful elevation. Little lookedup at the valve and said nothing. Presently he heard a sigh.Then a sob. Then, rather sharply,— Why dont you do something V CHAPTER VIII.Little came up the rope hand over hand. Lady Carolir e * The right of dramatization of this and succeeding chapters *reserved by the writer. HANDSOME IS AS HANDSOME DOES.
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/Little tied the dog to llio hnndlcof the parasol and launched them both into space.Ihe next n.on ent they were slowly, but tranquilly, sailing to the earth. HANDSOME IS AS HANDSOME DOES. 267 crouched in the farther side of the car. Fido, the poodle,whined. Poor thing, said Lady Caroline, its hungry. Do you wish to save the dog % said Little. Yes. i( Give me your parasol. She handed Little a good-sized affair of lace and silk andI whalebone. (None of your sun-shades.) Little exa-mined its ribs carefully. Give me the dog. Lady Caroline hurriedly slipped a note under the dogscollar, and passed over her pet. Little tied the dog to the handle of the parasol andlaunched them both into space. The next moment theywere slowly, but tranquilly, sailing to the earth. A parasol and a parachute are distinct, but not dif-ferent. Be not alarmed, he will get his dinner at somefarm-house. Where are we a-TV ? That opaque spot you see is London fog. Those twin-clouds are North and South America. Jerusal

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