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Fred said that was his idea, and he was just going for the ax when the brakeman moved the water barrel, tipped over the parrot cage, and the parrot shook himself and looked mad and said. "There, butterfingers! Polly wants a cracker." Cornes had just come up with the axe, and was about to tell the brakeman to chop the box, when the parrot spoke. "Well, by ," said the baggageman.
"Which do you play, Avis?" asked Patty. "Tennis. I'm no good at all at cricket. I miss the easiest catches, and get the ball tangled in my skirts. I used to play with my brothers at home, but they always called me 'butterfingers'; so I've quite given it up, and I won't even field for them now. They tell me girls are no good at cricket." "They should see Dora Stephenson," said Enid.
"Aw! didn't I tell you?" said Dicky in disgust, and all on the other team shouted: "Butterfingers!" And, as every boy in the world knows, it is a great disgrace to be called "Butterfingers." When the first inning was over the score stood six to five, and Fatty's team was ahead. In the next inning the ball never once came towards Marmaduke, way out there in the field.
"Some ladies at your ball have been robbed of their diamonds, I understand?" "About ten thousand dollars' worth." "Look here, sir," cried the chief, standing up and balling his fist, "I want you to explain yourself, and mighty quick. You can't come into my presence in this manner." "Bah! You have just permitted the cleverest rascal in the state to slip through your butterfingers. I am Haggerty."
They tried Rhoda at basketball, and she proved to be a regular "butterfingers." Laura, who captained one of the scrub teams, tried to make something of her, but gave it up in exasperation. Nan, Bess, and Amelia took Rhoda to the basement tennis court and did their best to teach her tennis. She learned the game quickly enough; but to her it was only "play."
"But she surely is a 'butterfingers," Amelia said. "No fun in her at all." "Says she doesn't see any reason for getting in a perspiration running down here, when she might be using her spare time upstairs reading a book, or knitting that sweater for Nan's Beautiful Beulah."
While he was feasting his eyes over it, and turning it to the light in order to get the full force of its marvellous beauty, down it slipped from his grasp and fell upon the ground. The jeweller nearly fainted with alarm, and poor "Butterfingers" was completely jellified with fear. Had the stone struck the ground at a particular angle, it would have split in two, and been ruined forever.
The girl's hair snapped out behind her in the wind; her set face, visible to a few of the spectators, gave them confidence. She was no "butterfingers" now. She was going to do what she had set out to do no doubt of that! She rode slightly stooping forward from the waist, with left hand outstretched while Prince's reins were gathered loosely in her right hand.
My! how that Rocket ball stung and burned! But he hung on for dear life. "Butterfingers!" he heard Fatty call to "rattle" him. And that settled the matter, for, if he hadn't heard that word, he might have dropped the ball after all, but he was so determined to make Fatty take it all back that he made his fingers tight as a vise around the ball and it stayed it stayed there!
Appleby slipped in the mud, and went down, spilling the precious fluid. "Jupiter's crab apples!" he cried. "What d' ye mean by that, Hank Norton? Butterfingers!" "You spilled it! I didn't!" snapped the lad. "All right, git more! Oh, what a fire! My barns'll go, sure!" and the distracted man rushed about not knowing what to do. "He's half crazy," decided Tom.
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