Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-08
By J. J. BELL

Where? Oh, ay. But that's not the right boat Wait till ye see boat wi two yellow tunnels.
 "I like red tunnels better than vel. low ones. Why is maw comin' in a boat wi yellow funnels?"
 Yer nav disna like the water. an the boats wi yellow tunnels don't come so far as the boats with red fun nels. Here! Put this in your mouth"
 q like peppermint lozengers," ob- served Macgregor, drawing in his breath to get the full effect. T like lemonade also he added, presently.
 Are ye dry?"
 "Ay."
 Well, yell maybe get bottle be. fore we go to the pier. What ha'e ye been doin' to yer steamboat? It's all smashed-see!"
 "A laddie stepped on it.. said Mac gregor, holding up his toy. But the string went round his leg an cut him an he went away weepin'. Why is there not band?" he inquired, look ing round at the bandstand.
 Its not the season yet. ....
 Why isn't it the season? like a band wi big drum. Will there be band in the morning, granpaw?
 NO, no. Not till the summer. If my coughs no better I'll maybe bide in Rothesay till the summer, and then yell come back an stay with yer gran ny an me, an hear the band"
 "Is yer cough bad now?"
 "Ay; it's very bad at night, Mac. greegor."
 q once had an awful bad cough" said Macgregor, thoughtfully. T took oil. If you was takin' oil ye might be better before the summer, gran paw"
 Mir Purdie smiled 'Would ye like my cough to be better before the sum mer Macgreegor?"
 "Ay. I-I would like to bide in Rothessy, too" F ~zsrtfs a,l
 I'm thinkin' I'll try the oil Mac. greegor." }.
 Its real nasty to take But it might make your cough better before the summer. Rothesay's a nice place, isn't it? I'm goin' over to look at the water" Macgregor slipped of the seat. and, dragging his steamboat behind him, went over to the railings of the esplanade.
 We're not to climb up." cried Mt Purdie. rising in alarm. If ye was fallin' in there ye would be drowned"
 There's an awful lot of water to- day" remarked the boy. as his grand father put an arm around him.
 "Ay, ye see, the tides in
 "rm going to sail my boat now"
 "Ye cannot sail it there"
 "Ay. can I. See," Macgregor low cred his toy with the string till it touched the water yard beneath them. After several partial swampings it was induced to float on a comparatively even keel. Its swimming," he ex- claimed in triumph. as he jerked il sbor:.. And then the string slipped from his fingers. He turned to his grandfather in dire dismay.
 Poor laddie.- said Mir. Purdie. look ing about for help in the shape of a rowing craft.
 My boat. my boat" walled Mac gregor. softly.
 old Mir. Purdie went down on his knees. suppressing groan as he did so. laid his pipe on the ground. and, leaning over the edge. endeavored to secure the string with his walking stick. For several minutes he wrought. but all in vain. and then Macgregor cried out that his boat was sinking. It was too true~ Damaged. doubtless. by many stormy passage on dry land. and also by being tramped upon. the luckless vessel had gradually filled and now it was being slowly but sure ly submerged. Mir Purdie. in great distress. endeayored to save it with his stick by getting a hold of the metal rigging but his sight was poor and his hand sbaky. and he only sue. eeeded in giving .it prod amidshIps. which precipita,ed the disaster. Down. down. in ten feet of clear water itI quietly sank. while its owner could do naUght but watch and vail: My boat my boat,-
 Mr. Purdie rose. rubbing his knees and coughing. Tim real vexed. Mac. greegor. he began.
 Crunch,
 My pipe. ny pipe.-
 Alas, troubles never come singIy. Nscsrszor had lost his beloved boat: Mir Psrdie had trod upon and reduced his dear old pipe 10 atoms
 Ny boat. ny boat,-
 My pipe my pipe.-
 The toy gszea de<psiringly into the depths. his grandfather stsrsd gicon- uy al the ground