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CHAPTER III.
" Shells, Edward! bright polished shells and sea-weed !" cried Lewis, as he lifted the paper covering to a' small basket which his mamma held in her hand ; " where did you get them ? not on this barren coast, I am sure; for Edward and I have searched every where, and can find nothing but common things, not worth picking up."
" And yet, Lewis," replied his mother, " I assure you some of these shells were found here ; and I believe you will see among them many of the |
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