THICKER THAN WATER
GEORGIE was sadly disappointed in America, and he made no bones about it. When he had first been told that he was going to New York for three whole months, they—that is, Georgie and his family—were living down near Weymouth. So day after day he used to stand on the Channel cliffs and look out at the great ships passing back and forth and wonder just which ones were going to America,—America the wonderful, the unknown,—and just how long it would take them, and if it was really true that the world was round, and that though they kept on and on and on for ever they could never come to where the sun went down over the edge of Everything.
Georgie did not understand exactly why his father was going to America, but he knew well
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