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90 Chit-Chat by Puck.
from which the gentle wind came, and where the
waters were unrippled.
“Such happiness I never dreamt of!” thought
the boat, and listened with delight to the praise
bestowed upon her by all for being so trim and
smart.
“See how she dances on the waves—my pretty
yacht !” exulted little Harry.
“A regular clipper!” said the father, and then
smiled.
“ She seems as if she were almost a living being !”
said one of the lookers-on.
And the little skiff almost jumped along the
billows for very joy to hear these praises; but
suddenly she stopped—thought a moment—turned,
and steered towards land.
“Right you are, you little skiff, sweep along the
shore again ; we have forgotten the most important
thing of all,” said Harry’s father.
And the boat landed again. A tiny piece of blue
silk with a yellow cross was hoisted to the mainsail.
It was the Swedish flag !
“Now at last you are fully equipped,” said
the father; and louder and lustier rose the cheer-
ing of the onlookers as the tiny schooner sailed
afresh across the bay, and the flag waved in the
wind.
“The blue flag with golden cross speaks of the blue
sky and the golden sun that shed their lustre over
the country of my birth!” exulted the little boat,
and felt her heart beat with joy that she had believed
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