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But now, what do you like best about the seashore, Buddy?" "Going in bathing," he answered. "You can do that right here at home," said his mamma. "I will get out your bathing suits, and you and Brighteyes can go swimming in the pond back of our house."
This affair had almost been forgiven and he was havin' his lunch on the back porch when Vee's Auntie blows in unexpected for a little visit. Before anybody has time to stop him Buddy is greetin' her in his usual impetuous manner.
"Nonsense!" she said softly. "Mary. I've discarded the 'Mayme' long ago." "Mary," he repeated in a tone of musing content. "Buddy." He caught his breath. "A few thousand of the best guys in the world," he said, "call a fellow that. And every time they said it, it made my heart ache with longing to hear it in your voice." "You're a queer Buddy," returned the girl, not quite steadily.
He knew if he could touch Buddy with the ball before Buddy got back to home plate, that Buddy would be out and then Sammie could bat again. So Sammie ran after Buddy, and Buddy ran all around the bases, hoping he could make a home run and get there safe. But it was hard work. Faster and faster he ran, and faster and faster hopped Sammie after him. "Run, Buddy! Run!" cried Bully the frog.
He returned in some agitation to announce: "Well, at last I have business of my own to attend." "Was that Buddy talkin'?" "It was, and he gave me some good news. He says that well on thirty-five is liable to come in at any minute, and it looks like a big one." The speaker's eyes were glowing, and he ran on, breathlessly, "He says they're betting it will do better than ten thousand barrels!"
Buddy sought him out in the lobby, early the next afternoon, and after a colorless greeting, said, queerly, "Would you mind comin' up to my room for a minute?" "Certainly not. I'd have looked in on you before this if I'd thought you were up." As the two mounted the wide marble stairs Gray went on, cheerfully: "Not looking your best this morn afternoon, my lad.
"Got an old doughnut, Buddy, or a couple of second-hand sandwiches?" "Say, fella, if you'll push down that guy you're with, we'll show you a quick disappearance scene." "Paste him one for me, will you?"
Now Buddy didn't like to spoil the nice, new loaf of bread he had bought for his mamma, but he thought maybe it would do some good, and he didn't want to be carried away by that boy.
There might be tobacco or whiskey left behind, or something with color or a shine to it. Buddy knew well the ways of Indians. He made for the creek, thinking at first to hide somewhere in the brush along the bank.
Aren't you, you young tarrier?" "Whe-e-e!" says 'Ikky-boy, slidin' off my knee to make a dive at Buddy and roll him on the floor. "One should speak gently to a child," says Auntie, "and use only the best English." "I might be polite to him," says I, "if he'd be polite to me, but that don't seem to be his line." Auntie shrugs her shoulders and gives us up as hopeless.
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