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Title: Squib and his friends : a story for children
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Everett-Green, Evelyn, 1856-1932
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Publisher: London : T. Nelson
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
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ost perilous excellence,given him by Uncle Ronald. Seppi could bring himany number of little blocks of wood which had beenrudely shaped by himself at home, and for whichSquib insisted on paying at what seemed to the littlegoat-herd to be fabulous rates. But Squib had hisown views on these matters and was very resolute. You shall teach me to carve if you will, he said,and I wont pay you for that, because were friends.But I will pay for the wood, because I want youto have some money to get paper or chalks withwhen these are done and when Ive gone away.My father and mother give me money, you see, andI havent anything particular to do with it. I wantto buy your wood, and you must let me, please. Then, these preliminaries being amicably settled,the two boys would pass whole days together inthat sunny, quiet valley, the one intent upon hispictures, ever learning, ever finding fresh facilitiesin the use of his new materials; the other, equallyengrossed with his knife and wood, appealing con-
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Brcathlissiy one boy ivorkcd and the other watched. rage 94. COMRADES. 97 stonily to his patient teacher for hints and instruction,but showing an aptitude for form and a dexterity ofmanipulation which excited Seppis honest admiration. Very happy were those days of cloudless sunshine,when it was almost too hot for Squib to ramblefar afield, and when sitting beside Seppi in theshade of the pine woods, w^atching him draw, andcarving busily at his growing family of goats anddogs, was the pleasantest thing he could find to do. AVhen not too much engrossed in their tasks, thechildren would talk together of all the thoughts andfancies in their heads. Seppi caught at Squibsfancy about the Silent Watchers of the Valley withthe eagerness of a time son of the mountain. Hehad not the same power of expression that Squibcould boast. He could describe what he had seenor heard, but found it less easy to put into wordshis own imaginings; but he hailed with delight anyfanciful idea of the little Herrs,

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