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Flossie and Freddie, scurrying through the gates of the elevated car just as the guard was about to close them, saw inside two rows of seats on either side, there being very few passengers in that coach. Thinking their father and mother, with Bert and Nan, were right behind them, the two little twins felt no fear, but rushed in, each one anxious to get a seat.
Yes, after we gather up the nuts I'm going to shake down we'll see what mother put in the box." George started to climb up the small tree. This was easy for him to do, for he could put his hands and legs around it. Up and up he went, just as you boys have often climbed trees. He was about ten feet from the ground when Bert suddenly saw the little tree beginning to bend over. "Look out, George!"
At school several days in the following week little was talked of except the picnic, the snake scare from the old tree root, the catching of the fish, and the illness of Harry White, for that boy was quite sick by the time town was reached, and Mr. Tetlow called a carriage to send him home. "And I can guess what made him sick too," said Bert to Nan, privately. "What?" she asked.
They glanced at the young left end with no attempt to conceal their feelings of triumph. Bert looked much the worse for wear. Dick returned their looks coolly, but without defiance. He was angry only that he should have been cheated of his right to play in that big game. Then in came the elder Dodge, only just back from a sanitarium.
Bentley and the girls passed, cadet friends lifted their caps to the ladies with Prescott and Anstey, the salutes being punctiliously returned. Bert Dodge was in a rage. He could not get so much as the courtesy of a bow from these girls whom he had known for years. He was being cut dead and he knew it, and the humiliation of the thing was more than he could well bear.
"Yes," replied Bert. "Course ours wasn't a big wreck, like his, but it was big enough." "I don't want another," said Nan. "I like Mr. Hickson; don't you, Bert?" "Yes, I do. And I wish we could find his two sons for him, but I don't s'pose we can." "No," agreed Nan, "we can't ever do that." It was about noon on the day after the night of the wreck, that Mr.
The moon was well up now, and there was a good path across the fields. Nan and Bert were talking about the wreck, and recalling some of the funny incidents of catching the circus animals. Flossie and Freddie were wondering whether they would ever see their pet cat again. They had had him so long that he seemed like one of the family. "Maybe he ran off and joined the circus," said Flossie.
But Tommy Todd, who was sitting behind Charley, slid forward as the other boy rolled off, and now Tommy grasped the steering wheel with all his might. He twisted it around, to send the bob-sled away from Flossie and Freddie, who were almost under the runners now. Bert, who saw what was about to happen, was ringing the bell as hard as he could.
Ernest then proceeded to tell him that his younger brother, Paul, was to come to the school in a few days, and that he was a very timid, delicate little chap that would be sure to be half frightened out of his life if they hoisted him; and what Ernest wanted was that Bert and Frank should see if they could not, in some way or other, save Paul from being hoisted.
Not at all," added Bert as the boys lifted the table bodily and put it in a comer of the room. "Now you see 'em," said Joe, helping to unfold two screens borrowed for the occasion, "and now you don't." "Yes, but they're there all the same," argued Dorothy unconvinced. "Mrs. Flinn will change all that, little sister," answered her brother condescendingly.
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