Woo, the griffs, and I were tucked away in a house-boat up that lovely arm of the sea known as “The Gorge”. At high tide our house-boat floated, at low tide she tipped and one end rested on a mud bank. At low tide there was splendid crabbing along…
Woo and I went to spend an hour in Beacon Hill Park. The monkey climbed into a low-hung cedar tree overhanging the lake. She was dressed in a full-skirted woollen dress, covered by a scarlet apron that was buckled round her waist. The autumn days were nippy; the monkey…
Woo’s enemy, Adolphus the cat, had been missing for four days. I searched the neighbourhood. Dolf was the colour of dusk. A motor might easily have got him while crossing the road. Taking Woo on her chain, “I’m not returning till I find Dolf dead or alive,” I said.
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