Walking On Sunshine

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ache” Wait for me,” cried Estelle; and gathering her flowers up in her apron, she scattered some of the rosea over Edmund’s and Bessy’s head, and flew off with Frank, to give the rest to her belpved Aunt Patty. Edmund,” cried Laura, you are really growing dull. You don’t think of shaking yourself agreeably; you. have given up all our pleasant walks and rides, expept a walk in the rain, sometime I don’t believe any one cares about my company. I mean to go home tomorro” No!” said Edmujad catching, by sympathy, her gay tonplead guilty to your charge, but I will redeem my character. I will plan a yoyage to the moon, if it please yju; or a, walk to the summit of Moot, Blanc.”"When you run off into impossibles, to do any thing. If you would plan an excursion to yonder mountain,”and she pointed to the blue, outline of one that gracefully undulated in the disitance, oa the still, glowing horizon,” there would be some gallantry, and practicability, too, in the act.” Your woi;d shall be law!” cried hhave been on the summit and a more enchanting prospect never opened en the ravished eye The ascent is step, but the difficulty only adds interest to the expeditio We can ride tQ the foot of the mountain, aid then begin our pedestrian journey. But it will never dp for ypu, La,ura; for you cannot go la satin slippers, and you never deign to wear any thing of grosser materials” O yes: I would wear wooden shoes, for the sake of the novelty. I am willing to put on a homespun frock, if you, will promise to escort me to that delightful plai I am actually dying of ennui, and the very thought of something new, gives me new lif Bessy, will you go? Abstracted Mr. Homer, and sentimental Miss Yictorine, will yea go? Good Mr. Selwyn,and grove JJflis m»a» will you go ?”She went gayly from one to the other, makipg low, sliding courtesies without, waiting for an answer; aqd laughing at their sudden look of curiosity.”Go where?” asked Homer; alarmed at the thought of a party of pleasur” To that mountain, which always reminds me of Ossian’s ghosts, in its mantle of mist,” answered Bessy.” If the mountain cannot come to us, I suppose we can go to the mountain,” said Mr. Selwyn.