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"And she said she would?" cried Jill, clasping her hands in her anxiety, for she had learned to love her cage now. "Yes." Mrs. Minot had no time to say more, for one of the red slippers flew up in the air, and Jack had to clap both hands over his mouth to suppress the "hurrah!" that nearly escaped.

But through it all, whenever he could get his mouth open, he would hurrah for King George. He was then driven out of the town, and the officer warned him that he would be shot if he troubled them again. That is the story as it was told me, and I think it a mighty good one." Dane longed to hear more tales of that wonderful land, and of the great fights which had taken place.

Being convinced that these perfumed dainties had some religious significance, we arose in a body and shouted, "Hurrah for the Emperor, the father of his country!" However, as we perceived that even after this act of veneration, the others continued helping themselves, we filled our napkins with the apples.

First of all the entire chorus blew in from the wings about sixty of them in ten seconds saying "Hurrah, hurrah, girls!" or something rather subtle of that kind; after which minor characters rushed on from opposite sides and told one another that Arthur Roberts was coming. Then the band played, and everybody began to tell the audience about it in song.

"Hurrah!" called out Terry; "we're purty near there." "But we don't know how matters stand," said Fred; "even Deerfoot can not tell whether they are all alive or dead." "I know bitter than that," remarked Terry, appealing straight to the Shawanoe, who, without directly answering the question, notified them of an interesting fact: a thin column of smoke was rising from the cabin.

Whiz! whiz! went the polished pair of steels under him, and soon Wardham, the fellow who had held second place, was passed, dropping behind Fred, thus taking fourth place. Then Tom came up on Gray's heels. "Hurrah for Tom Rover!" "Go it, Tom, don't let him beat you!" "Go it Gray, Tom Rover is at your heels!"

"Oh, it's a mouse! It's a rat! It's a whole lot of mice!" said Bunny's mother. "Yes, it's a whole lot of mice, and they're white!" said Mr. Brown with a jolly laugh. "Hurrah! We've found the lost white mice from the boys' circus! You needn't be afraid of them!" Mrs. Brown did not scream any more. She was not afraid of white mice. Bunny and Sue ran into the room where their mother and father were.

The Commandant arrived, accompanied by the General. When they appeared it was supposed they had come for the purpose of opening the gates, and they were accordingly saluted with a general hurrah! which throughout almost all the north is the usual cry for expressing popular satisfaction.

And only fancy me fourth! Why, I'm a magnificent swell, without ever having known it. You look out, Master Walter, or I shall have a scrimmage with you for laurels." "Good," said Walter. "Meanwhile, come and help me to pack up my laurels in my box. And then for home! Hurrah!" And he began to sing the exquisite air of: "Domum, domum, dulce domum, Dulce, dulce, dulce domum;"

"Hurrah! that must be the camp," exclaimed Clay, springing impetuously from the fence. "Come on; let's run for it. I don't feel a bit tired now." "Not too fast," cried Ned warningly. "You're jumping at a rash conclusion now, Clay. That light is in the window of some farmhouse. It stands to reason that it can't be at our camp." Clay stopped and retraced his steps.