The boy and girl were on Wind Mill Point. The ship was rounding the harbor off Dorchester Heights, making her last tack for the portward run.Ĭan you see her name yet, Jeremy? Del asked. She was a real beauty, her great white sails bellying out from her three tall masts. Quickly adjusting the long glass to his own eyesight, Jeremy closed his left eye and aimed the glass at the oncoming ship. Give me the glass, Del! He held out his hand. He raced to the edge of the bluff overlooking the harbor. Then she pointed it out over Boston Harbor.įrom the tone of Del’s voice, Jeremy knew instantly that this time his sister was not teasing. There was a moment’s silence as Del adjusted the long spyglass. The glass was almost touching Jeremy’s hand. Ungh, was the only answer from the dreaming Jeremy. Jeremy … Jeremy! I think I see a ship coming! Maybe it will come from behind that little cloud over there, she joked. Where do you expect the ship to come from-out of the sky? That’s the only place you’ve been looking. She plucked a dried milkweed stalk, leaned over, and brushed it across his nose.įine ship watcher you are, she scoffed.
His sister Deliverance was seated about two feet back of his sandy-haired head. JEREMY WINTHROP was lying flat on his back, half asleep, half awake, all comfortable.
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