... went off sadly to his island and didn't write to her any more. He'd never heard of us, because of course her name isn't Holford. And she'd never heard of his aunt, nor Blue Harbor, nor the island, so of course she didn't know anything about it when we read his letters to her. Oh, it was very tangly and bewildering and it took lots of explaining, but at the end of supper there was just enough ginger-pop left to drink ... — Us and the Bottleman • Edith Ballinger Price
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