| | | | | | | their positions at sea. Harriet was instructed to catch the sun at its zenith, which she did, noting the figures on the scale of the sextant and from which, under the instruction of the captain, she figured out the latitude of the sloop. He allowed her to do all the figuring herself. The result was startling. The skipper took her calculations, studied them, frowned, then permitted his face to expand into a wrinkled grin. Young lady, did you think this was Noahs Ark! he demanded. No, sir. Wh--y? Because according to your figures the Sister Sue is at this minute located on a line with Mt. Washington, off yonder in the White Range. Harriet flushed to the roots of her hair as her companions shouted gleefully. At last Harriet Burrell had found | | | | | | | |
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