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Brazil, Angela, 1868-1947

"Monitress Merle"


Merle, who did not like other people to trespass upon her rights, frowned
and turned her back upon them, and probably each little party would have
taken its meal separately had not an unforeseen and utterly untoward
accident happened. Mavis knocked their thermos flask with her elbow and
sent it spinning over the cliff. Here was a pretty business! Their tea
was gone, and the flask, if they found it, would be utterly smashed.
"It's not worth climbing down to pick it up!" lamented Mavis contritely.
"I'm so sorry, Merle! It was horribly clumsy of me!"
"Do have some of ours!" suggested one of the strangers sympathetically.
"We've heaps! Two flasks; and that's more than we shall drink ourselves.
You might just as well!"
"I say, it was awfully decent of you to call to us not to go on to those
rocks!" put in another. "We didn't know about the current."
The third girl made no remark, but she smiled invitingly and held out one
of their flasks.
So it came about that Mavis and Merle moved nearer and joined the others,
so that they formed one party.


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