"Oh, daddy," said the child, "I wish you would buy a house like that for
you and me to live in. Why don't you, daddy?"
"Haven't got the money, dear," he answered.
"Will you ever have the money, daddy?"
"I don't know, dear, perhaps one day--when I am too old to enjoy it," he
added to himself.
"It would take a great many pennies to buy a house like that, wouldn't
it, daddy?" said Effie sagely.
"Yes, dear, more than you could count," he answered, and the
conversation dropped.
Presently they came to a boat-shed, placed opposite the village and
close to high-water mark. Here a man, it was old Edward, was engaged
in mending a canoe. Geoffrey glanced at it and saw that it was the
identical canoe out of which he had so nearly been drowned.
"Look, Effie," said he, "that is the boat out of which I was upset."
Effie opened her wide eyes, and stared at the frail craft.
"It is a horrid boat," she said; "I don't want to look at it."
"You're quite right, little miss," said old Edward, touching his cap.
"It ain't safe, and somebody will be drowned out of it one of these
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