Publisher's Synopsis
Beyond the Second Portage Oh dear, how I should love to go out Katherine Radford stretched her arms wearily above her head as she spoke. There had been five days of persistent snowfall; but this morning the clouds had broken, showing strips and patches of blue sky, and there was bright sunshine flooding the world again, with hard and sparkling frost. Why don't you go? demanded Phil, who was the youngest. Miles and me don't mind having a holiday at all. Speak for yourself if you like, growled Miles, who was thirteen; but I want to get this schooling business over and done with, so that I can start doing something useful. And speak grammatically, please, or else keep silent. You should have said, 'Miles and I', remarked Katherine with quite crushing dignity, as she turned from the window to take her place at the table once more. Phil thrust his tongue in his cheek, after the manner beloved of small boys, and subsided into silence and an abstracted study of his spelling book. The schoolroom was a small chamber, partitioned off from the store by a wall of boards so thin that all conversation about buying and selling, with the gossip of the countryside thrown in, was plainly audible to the pupils, whose studies suffered in consequence. The stovepipe from the store went through this room, keeping it comfortably warm, and in winter 'Duke Radford and the boys slept there, because it was so terribly cold in the loft.
