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And, just as the sanguine Bobolink had expected, it resulted in thirteen declaring it to be their idea that they should come back, and try to find out what all these queer goings-on meant. When the result of the vote was made known, even the five who had voted to go moved that it be made unanimous.

I'm satisfied already that it's going to make a hit, if we can get a few more fellows to join in with us," said Paul. "I know one good recruit I can drum up Tom Bates," spoke up Albert. "And a good addition to the seven now here. That would make our first patrol," echoed the leader, quickly. "How about inviting some of the Slavin crowd to join us?" asked Bobolink.

Why should she cry? Besides, Hannah was the merriest little woman in the country. She had a laugh always lying ready in a convenient dimple. She never knew what "blues" meant, except to dye stocking yarn. She was sunny as a dandelion and gay as a bobolink.

Bobolink was saying, as the three boys continued to walk on abreast, the speaker carrying the silver-plated bugle which he knew how to manipulate so well when the occasion allowed its use. "Why, you see it's this way," Jack went on to explain. "My father knows a man of the name of Professor Hackett, though what he's a professor of you needn't ask me, because I don't know.

Now, Bobolink is a cracker-jack of a fellow to get up all sorts of clever schemes for sprinkling creepers in the night; but he's a little apt to be flighty when it comes to running a boat. There! what did I tell you, Paul; they've run aground, as sure as you live!" "You're right, Jud; and it looks like the Speedwell might go over on her beam-ends, the way she's tilted now.

"He must have gone two hundred miles before he discovered his mistake; and I doubt very much if he knows yet, but is watching those cases to see what we do with them, away out in western New York State." "Er, how about these?" asked Bobolink, jingling the two shining quarters in his hand. "I picked 'em up close to that field smithy you have on the island.

Though, of course, if a nice little present happens along afterwards, why, I guess there's no law against a scout acceptin' it; eh, Paul?" "Certainly not," replied the other, "you've got the idea down pretty fine, Bobolink. But let's see if we can guess anything else. Then we'd better go back to camp, and start the rest of the fellows thinking about it.

She was as ignorant of the pang which went like an arrow through his heart at the sight of her as the bobolink which whirrs and chitters and tweedles over a grave.

The song of ecstasy with our meadowlark is delivered in a level flight and is sharp and hurried, both flight and song differing radically from its everyday performance. One thinks of the bobolink as singing almost habitually on the wing. He is the most rollicking and song-drunk of all our singing birds. His season is brief but hilarious.

Says he called up your house, and they told him you were over at my home." Paul of course wondered who could be wanting him so positively that he even followed him over to the Stormways house. "Hello! hello!" he said, quietly. "That you, Paul?" "It's Bobolink, I guess," remarked Paul, for the benefit of his chum who stood by, listening curiously. "That's right," continued the voice over the wire.