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"We ain't at," Bert snarled. "We're gone." "But meat and oil have gone up again," she chafed. "And Billy's wages have been cut, and the shop men's were cut last year. Something must be done." "The only thing to do is fight like hell," Bert answered. "Fight, an' go down fightin'. That's all. We're licked anyhow, but we can have a last run for our money." "That's no way to talk," Tom rebuked.
"Was she a thin doll, Flossie; thin like a bone?" "No, she wasn't! She was a nice fat doll, with red cheeks! And I want her back. Oh dear!" "I'll get her for you," Bert said again. "I'm glad the dog didn't take my doll," broke in Alice. "I'll let you play with mine, Flossie." "Thank you, but I I want my own dear doll!" and Flossie sobbed harder than before.
"Oh, look at them shoot at that target!" cried Freddie excitedly. "I'd like to do that." "You'd have to be careful, so that you didn't shoot yourself," replied his brother. All about the tents in the store camp were things Mr. Whipple sold for those who wanted to take them to a real camp. "There are some things here I'd like when I go camping," said Bert.
Before the first of them, Bert had taken her to the train, had made her as comfortable as he could, had sat beside her, with her soft gloved hand tight in his, murmuring to her that she had so much to be thankful for no pain, no illness, no real age. But she had left him, she said, her lip trembling and her eyes brimming again.
"I should say so," replied Bob, in great disgust. "I never saw a fellow try to shove himself ahead as that Don Gordon does." "Well, we'll flatter him by offering to make him President of the club; and we'll promise to make Bert Vice or Secretary." "I'll not vote for either of them." "Yes, you will.
He contrived to get himself aboard a British brig in the timber trade that put out from Boston without cargo, chiefly, it would seem, because its captain had a vague idea of "getting home" to South Shields. Bert was able to ship himself upon her mainly because of the seamanlike appearance of his rubber boots.
"Happiness?" echoed the girl, in a surprised voice. "Why?" "When you are married." "I am not going to be married," said the girl, "I told Bert so this afternoon. Good-by." The skipper actually let her get nearly to the top of the ladder before he regained his presence of mind.
Although he had for the moment forgotten the existence of Bert, Crass had instinctively lowered his voice, but the boy who had left off working to warm his hands by putting them into his trousers pockets managed, by listening attentively, to hear every word. 'You know there's plenty of people wouldn't give the firm no more work if they knowed about it, Crass continued.
But since the fight, he had exhibited a strong desire to have Bert join the circle of his companions, and to this end cultivated his society in a very marked way. Now, this same Dick Wilding had been in Mrs. Lloyd's mind when she had hesitated about Bert's going to Dr. Johnston's.
"Only to have a race you have to let your balloon sail off, without any string fast to it, and you will not get it back again." At first Freddie would not hear of that, but finally he and Flossie became tired of the toy circus balloons, and came to Bert to beg him to make a race for them. Bert cut the string off both balloons. Freddie's was red and Flossie's blue.
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