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A fellow wanted to kiss his mother. "Well?" said everybody again. Timmins hovered in the doorway. "To-morrow," said Porky with a sort of solemnity. No one spoke. Then "What time?" said Beany. "Six o'clock, morning," answered Porky. "You know, mom, there's no chance of our getting hurt," said Beany. "How you do talk!" said Mrs. Potter. She did not look up, however.
Colonel Handler, told us we could, and this is official business all right." Beany reached the greenhouses and amused himself by talking with Mr. O'Neill, the head gardener. Porky lounged against the gate, and watched the tired sightseers drag out. By six they were all gone, and Porky felt that he could go back and sit down awhile. It occurred to him to get a close look at a wonderful piece of Mr.
The Colonel listened, even forgetting to smoke, and a frown deepened on his face. "Where is your brother now?" he asked. "I don't know," said Beany. "At the green house waitin' for me, I suppose." "Would he go home, or back to the Police Camp?" "No, sir, we always wait for each other," explained Beany.
Beany is a prety good feller to have a store with only he smokes and drinks two mutch. Mar. 16. Brite and fair. i saw a blewbird today. Beany come over erly and we had a good trade.
Something doing every minute. But, as I just remarked, I have looked in to buy your paper." "If I were like some I know," meditated Smith, "I'd be thinking: 'The Lord has delivered him into my hand, aye, delivered dear old Beany. I'd embarrass you with questions, make you blush with catechisms. But I am a merciful man, and observe that I ask you nothing.
Apr. 28. me and Beany saw Fatty today. he wants to go in with us becaus he says his folks want to use old Chub so mutch that he dont get enny chance to use him. but Fatty he hasent got enny chink eether. enny way we are going to see old Nat tomorrow and peraps he will let us have it on tick.
Mar. 14. Beany got mad today and says he wont keep store with me. we got our flyboxes all pined up and our boxes of cigars all ready and mother said she wood give me some molases for sweatened water. so we was all ready when Beany got mad about the sine. he wanted it to be Watson and Shute becaus he is older then me, but it was my shed and my sweatened water and my board and my barils and so i said my name shood come ferst and he got mad and took half of the things and went home. i dident let him have a bit of the sweatened water.
"Well, what's the news?" asked Porky presently at the table helping himself to more fried chicken and potatoes and parsnips and honey. "Yes, what has happened?" echoed Beany, taking a portion of the chicken and potatoes, and parsnips, and adding mustard pickle, and preserved watermelon rind and jam. "Must be something has happened." "Yes," said Pop Potter, smiling. "You bin away all of four days.
I don't say this to scare you boys; but you are here, and I don't want you to underrate the present danger. I will be good and glad to get across myself. Not a word of this to the others, understand." He nodded and walked on. The boys looked at each other. "Wow!" said Porky softly. For awhile the boys stared out over the sea. "Time for grub," Beany finally said. "Hungry? asked Beany.
We'll, he dressed like a streak, and stalked off; and Beany whispered, 'Where did you get that coat? but seems we didn't like to yell it right at him. He had a funny look. So we swam and by-en-by we come away too." "You forgot what we found," reminded Beany. "When we came where his cloze had been we found two papers.
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