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A Little Maid of Narragansett Bay
“Wait! Penny Balfour! Wait for me,†called a shrill voice, and Penny stopped halfway up the slope of Bay-berry pasture and looked back.
It was a day in early June, and the air was clear and pleasant, and filled with the fragrance of the wild roses which grew and blossomed all up the rough hillside. From the top of the hill, where grew the hardy bayberry bushes, one could look out across the blue waters of Narragansett Bay, with its many islands and wooded shores. As Penny Balfour stood looking down the slope she could see a little figure in a blue dress and white sun-bonnet coming swiftly up the path.
“Hurry up, Florence!†she called, a little impatiently, and thinking to herself that she wished Florence Dickinson did not always want to follow her. “I don’t see why,†thought Penelope. “Florence has dolls, and a pony, and everything a girl could have; and she won’t stay at home and enjoy herself. She’s always running after Teddie and me.â€