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And one day when Frisky refused to eat a single nut Johnnie Green thought that he must be really ill. So he opened the door of the cage, which he always kept carefully fastened, and forgetting all about his thick gloves he put his hand inside the little wire house, picked Frisky up by the back of his neck, just as if he were a kitten, and lifted him out of his prison.
What of that, NOW? Just to be a simple porter, and journey with her to the far, strange pearl among cities whence she had come! The gentle porter bowed her toward the steps of his car; but first she gave Flopit into the hands of May Parcher, for a moment, and whispered a word to Wallace Banks; then to Joe Bullitt; then to Johnnie Watson; then she ran to William. She took his hand.
She went up at once to the nursery, where the children were asleep. At Johnnie she looked little, but she hung over the cot where lay the round plump baby face of little Helen. Though dreadfully afraid of being missed, she seemed unable to turn away from the contemplation. 'My dear, said she, in an agitated voice, as they left the nursery, 'you must not keep these children here in London.
"Would y' bring home a can of salmon fish for t'morrow supper when y' come in t'night?" Johnnie asked. To that, Barber did not commit himself. When Johnnie and Cis were left alone, old Grandpa being already abed, Johnnie did not try to win her interest in the Handbook, or share with her the new and absorbing thinks it inspired.
"I want to live out in the woods," she said, "at Johnnie Blake's cottage by the stream that's got fish in it." Jane set the big package down with a thump. "That's awful selfish of you," she declared warmly. "For you know right well that Thomas and I wouldn't like to leave the city and live away out in the country. Would we, Thomas?" for he had just entered. "Cer-tain-ly not," said Thomas.
"Not many, I'm afraid," O'Reilly laughed. "Oh, believe me, I'm an old hand at this sort of thing. I shoot just as well at night as I do in the daytime." This was literally true, and when no one disputed his assertion Jacket proceeded further in praise of himself, only to break off with a wordless cry of dismay. "What's the matter?" Johnnie inquired. "Look! Behold me!" wailed the hero.
The girls looked at each other when they heard that sound, and Johnnie, without stopping his inward repetition, shifted himself and his book adroitly, with the cleverness of practice, to the side instead of the front of the fire. Reginald's pen stopped its scratching, and he wheeled round on his chair to give an appealing glance at his sisters. "What is it now?" he said hurriedly.
Darrie and I in dialogue: She met me on the path, as I was proceeding toward the big house. She carried Carpenter's Love's Coming of Age in her hand. She was dressed daintily. Her brown eyes smiled at me, and a rich dimple broke in her cheek. But Darrie was taller than Hildreth, and I like small women best; perhaps because I am myself so big. "Don't go up to the house, Johnnie."
'Hoo'll be better able to talk to-morrow, sir, said the neighbour. 'Best comfort now would be the feel of a child at her heart. I'm sorry they took the babby. 'I'll go for it, said Margaret. And in a few minutes she returned, carrying Johnnie, his face all smeared with eating, and his hands loaded with treasures in the shape of shells, and bits of crystal, and the head of a plaster figure.
For several days following this, Mrs. Wood and Mrs. Ford were besieged by the boys to permit them to earn money; and Mrs. Ford, especially, was astonished at the way Johnnie worked at clearing up the yard, and such other jobs as were not beyond his strength; but, inquire as she might into the motive of all this labor, she could only discover that Chips and Johnnie wished to buy a hen.
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