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Betty went first, and Bobby, stumbling, would have fallen if she had not caught her. "Gracious! I'm a little bit scared, aren't you?" Bobby whispered. "It seems like such a spooky place." It was certainly very quiet in the shop, and for a few moments Betty thought they must be alone.
He lives next door to Hester. Do you know," said Lily, preening a little, "I think Tom is kind of sweet on Hessie." "Good night!" moaned Bobby. "What is the matter with him? Is he blind?" "He must have had very bad eyesight or he would not have run down that poor Mr. Weld on Market Street!" exclaimed Jess tartly. "What do you mean?" gasped Lily. "Tom Langley has gone away for the winter anyway.
For all he knew she and Bobby might have been among the spectators on the bank; he had hardly once left the river. It did not seem to him strange that Carroll should not have been there to welcome him after the struggle was over. Rarely did she get to the booms in ordinary circumstances.
"Well, Bobby," said he, "here's where you get it. They'll shred you clean. You're too square for that game. Your old man was a fine old sport and he played it on the level, but, say, he could see a marked card clear across a room. They'll double-cross you, though, to a fare-ye-well." The opinion seemed to be unanimous.
Such work offered peculiar opportunities to small and well-handled parties opportunities of which Bobby Little's veterans availed themselves right readily. Angus M'Lachlan, for instance, accompanied by a small following of seasoned experts, had twice rounded up parties of the enemy in cellars, and had despatched the same back to Headquarters with his compliments and a promise of more.
She ate, chewing high, and slowly. "See? She can eat if she will eat," Ina said to Dwight. "The only trouble is, she will not take the time." "She don't put her mind on her meals," Dwight Herbert diagnosed it. "Oh, bigger bites than that!" he encouraged his little daughter. Di's mind had been proceeding along its own paths. "Are you going to take Jenny and Bobby too?" she inquired. "Certainly.
He looked out upon the brilliantly lighted street with a reflex of her own consternation, but quickly found consolation. "Well, after all," he reflected philosophically, "I don't believe anybody who saw me would blame me." "You're a perfectly incorrigible Bobby," she laughed. "The only check possible to put upon you is to hold you rigidly to business.
I invited him round to-night, but to my surprise he wouldn't come. Said he had another engagement, of course thanked me fervently and all that but there was no getting him. It made me a bit suspicious of you, Bobby." "I can't imagine why." But, in spite of herself, Roberta coloured. "He came here when he was helping Uncle Calvin. There's no reason for his coming now."
The car shot away and rounded into the cross street before the bobby could collect himself enough to look at its license plate. He made after it, but when he had reached the corner it had turned another and was lost. At the second turning Karslake looked round from the window with a reassuring laugh, and settled back beside Sofia. "So that ends that!" She stared wide-eyed through the shadows.
Bobby taught Meg how to steer, and he usually pulled Twaddles up the hill, while Meg gave Dot an extra ride. They coasted the whole morning and went back for the afternoon. "I'd never get tired," declared Twaddles, as they were starring home. "I could go sledding all my life!"
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