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"I'll sit down in this hole," Russ explained, "and then it will be all the harder for you to hit me with the paper bullets." The boys fairly made the sand fly as they dug with their shovels, and soon they had quite a high ridge of it half way around the little hill with the flag on top. There was also quite a hole for Russ to stand in and throw paper bullets back at Laddie.
No, the basket was a gift for the Mistress. And as such he was bearing it home to her. "See what Laddie brought me, this time!" cried the Mistress, coming into her husband's study, a few minutes later, and holding forth the trophy. "It's full of food, too; and of course he never touched a mouthful of it. But I gave him two of the frosted cakes, by way of reward.
When times are bad they lose the one thing they've got to sell, and that's their day's work; when a loafing day is gone there's nothing to show for it, and no way to make it up. Maybe that's as it should be, but the worker can't see it, especially if the boss can still buy gasoline and tires when the plant is idle. Oh, yes, laddie, I know the working man is headstrong.
The Duke rose to go out, calling me with his eyes, but Bruce motioned him to stay, and he sat down and bowed his head, while Moore read the letter. His tones were clear and steady till he came to the last words, when his voice broke and ended in a sob: "And oh, Davie, laddie, if ever your heart turns home again, remember the door is aye open, and it's joy you'll bring with you to us all."
Harry jerked back and glared at him, and he, rocking a little and blinking, said thickly, "It's a filthy likeness, after all, it is." "No, sir, there's only one of me," said Harry. "If you see two, give God the glory and go to bed." "I'm saying, bully, I'm saying," the little man's accent became more Caledonian and he clutched at Harry's shoulder. "I'm saying, my laddie "
Pray every night then that Heaven may give you thew and heart and a touch of the old Hielan' glory that this mechanic body by my side has got through the world wanting. Oh, laddie, laddie, what a chance is yours!
But as they had on thick coats, and as they did not fall very far but went spinning over the frozen pond, they thought it was fun. Over the ice they slid, just as a skater slides when he falls down, and finally they stopped and sat up. "Huh!" grunted Russ. "That that was fun, wasn't it?" asked Laddie. "Lots of fun!" agreed Russ. "I wonder if he did it on purpose?"
She used to save out fragments from her own sparse lunch to give to him. She was inordinately proud to walk at his side during Lad's rare rambles around the Place. Child and dog made a pretty picture of utter chumship. To nobody save the Mistress and the Master had Laddie ever given his heart so completely as to this baby.
Ernest Hughes, the twelve-year-old orphan boy whom Uncle "boarded and kept" for the chores he did, suddenly stopped eating. "Oh, Mr. Lawson, you're not going to sell Laddie?" he cried chokily. Uncle Richard stared at him.
"He won't scratch him again," Laddie said. "They're good friends now." "I don't want to see Zip scratched," returned Rose. "I just want to see Green Pond and the red-haired man and the cat." "I'll tell you what we can do," said Grandma Bell. "We can all go on a picnic to Green Pond to-morrow. We'll go in the carry-all and take our lunch. I know Mr.
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