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Title: Kit of Greenacre farm
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Forrester, Izola L. (Izola Louise), 1878-1944
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Publisher: Philadelphia, G.W. Jacobs & Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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lf and the 286 KIT OF GREEXACRE FARM novelty of solitude. When she passed the island,Stanley was down on the little stretch of beachcleaning a mess of fish for supper. She sent hima hail across the water, and he held up a stringof pickerel invitingly. There had been a thun-der-storm and a quick midsummer rain the earlypart of the afternoon, and the campers had beenquick to take advantage of the fishing. Ill stop for them on my way back, Kitcalled. Just going up after crabapples at theAllen place. She had swerved the boat towardsthe bank on the opposite side of the island, with-out looking behind her, when suddenly Stanleysprang to his feet, and shouted across thewater: To the left, Kit—hard to the left, do youhear! Instead of obeying without question, Kitturned her head to see what on earth he waswarning her against, and before she could stopherself the rowboat was caught in an eddy thatformed a miniature maelstrom at this point, froma large sunken tree that fell nearly to midstream
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ILL STOP FOR THEM ON MY WAY HACK, SHE CALLED STANLEY PAYS AN OLD SCORE 287 from the shore. The frail rowboat overturnedlike a crumpled leaf. Kit was bareheaded and itseemed to Stanley as long as he lived he wouldnever forget the sight of her upturned face, as itslipped down into the dark, swirling water. Shedid not cry out, or even seem to make an attemptto swim, it all happened so suddenly. There wasonly the horrible, warm silence of the drowsy,midsummer landscape, and the dancing, pitch-ing rowboat, twirling around and around incircles. It seemed an hour to him before he hadplunged into the river, and swam across to thespot where she had disappeared. The grippinghorror was that she hadnt come up at all. Evenbefore he reached the spot where he had seenher go under, Stanley dove and swam underwater with his eyes open. The river bottom wasa mass of swaying vegetation and gnarled,sunken roots of old trees. It seemed for themoment like outreaching fingers clutching up-ward. He could see

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