Più immagini magiche del tempo fa; storie della gente di molte terre; con riproduzioni da opere d'arte e vecchi manoscritti . d ha snuffato thecandle-light, anche se ha lasciato le loro porte aperte. KJolm! Sussurrò Betty, ha Paul Revere anylittle ragazze? Um-m, un sacco di em anche un ragazzo, ritornò John, quasi addormentato, ma ricordando di sentire ancora una volta la pistola in piedi dal suo comodino. Little Betty non si addormentò così facilmente; sopra andover nella sua mente attiva poco ha sentito la con-versation tra i ragazzi e le ragazze a scuola circa:minuti-uomini e re Giorgio e guerra Andit non è stato fino a quando non ha h

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More magic pictures of the long ago; stories of the people of many lands; with reproductions from works of art and old manuscripts . d snuffed out thecandle-light, although she left their doors open. kJolm! whispered Betty, has Paul Revere anylittle girls? Um-m, lots of em an boys too, returned John, almost asleep, but remembering to feel once more ofthe gun standing by his bedside. Little Betty did not fall asleep so easily; over andover in her active little mind did she hear the con-versation among the boys and girls at school about:minute-men and King George and war andit was not until she heard her fathers voice that shefell asleep. It seemed to John that he had slept a long time, when suddenly something awakened him and he satstraight up in bed. There it was again, that strange 166 IN THE TIME OF PAUL REVERE noise: what could it be? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve! just thensounded the old grandfathers clock on the stairs, and in spite of his twelve sturdy years John shivereda bit and started to pull the bed-clothes over hishead, for all sorts of things might happen at the. Courtesy of the Esses Institute. BEDROOM IN ESSEX INSTITUTE, SALEM, MASS. No doubt Betty had a room like this with the curtained bed, the ladder-backchair, the big fireplace, and the candles on the little stand. stroke of twelve, you know. But just then he heardit again, through the stillness of the April night.Clot-clot-clot-clot! Why it sounded for all the worldlike a horse galloping at full speed! Who could itbe? A runaway horse? John jumped out of bed, and poked his head out of the window which lookeddown on the village street. Clot-clot, clot-clot! It IN THE TIME OF PAUL REVERE 167 * was coming nearer now although he could see nothing.Hark! Was that someone shouting? From far offin the distance he could hear a faint shout but nota word could he make out. Nearer and nearer camethe hurrying hoof-beats, and more and more distinctthe shout. Ugh! It was c

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1920
• bookpublishernewyo
• bookyear1920