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"Serves you right for being so piggish," commented Chet. "It was a mean trick," agreed Laura, "for some of the boys in Purt's grade are much younger than he is. But this idea of giving Christmas presents because you expect something in return " "Is pretty small potatoes," finished Lance Darby, the dark youth. "But what's the matter here, Laura?" he added.
But just then Purt felt something at his heels and turned swiftly. One of the homeliest mongrel curs ever seen was sniffing at Purt's green stockings. "Get out, you brute!" gasped the dude, rather frightened. But the dog didn't seem to have any designs upon Purt's thin shanks. Instead, he jumped about, foolishly stiff-legged as a dog will when he thinks he has found a friend, and barked.
And since then we have found out that Purt's is the only Perriton in town that isn't out of commission for the winter. You can talk as you please about it: If the police only knew what we know, sure thing Purt would be neck-deep in trouble right now!" The three girls of Central High and their boy friends had not come together on this stormy Saturday morning merely to feast on "pie and poetry."
"We'll have nothing to receive them in." "But not Purt Sweet," chuckled Billy Long. "Purt's packed a dinner jacket and a pair of spats. How much other fancy raiment he proposes to spring on us the deponent knoweth not. He'll be just a scream in the woods." "He asked me if there were many dangerous characters lurking in the woods around Lake Dunkirk," chuckled Lance.
Against Purt's objections the Barnacle was allowed to come ashore. And the poor beast did seem so delighted to be among them again that they had not the heart to treat him badly. At least, nobody hated him save Lily and Purt. Barnacle was fed hugely by Liz Bean, and had to lie down after it and sleep. So he did not disturb Purt during the afternoon.
"I tell yer what," hoarsely said the butcher, still gripping Purt's shoulder, "a boy can deny his own father, but 'e can't deny his dawg no, sir! That there brute knows ye, bub. Only yisterday he grabbed several links of frankfurter sassingers off'n this hook right overhead 'ere.
The crowd on the other powerboat heard the shout, if they had not all seen Purt's exhibition of diving. The dude went under just as deep as the dog, and did not come to the surface anywhere near as quickly. The Barnacle, whether he was a water-dog, or not, was a good swimmer.
Why! it seemed as though the dog must have been trained for just that trick. He never missed a bite! When his appetite was satisfied the mongrel began to try to attract Purt's attention. Every time Purt reached for anything, the Barnacle's cold, wet nose was right there! It was a plain case of "love at first sight," as Bobby remarked.
Lil's bathing suit was very resplendent, and so was Purt's. They were so much better dressed than anybody else that Bobby declared she was ashamed to be seen in their company so she dove under the water. The cut-up had the power of remaining beneath the surface a long time, and she crawled on the bottom to where Lil and Purt stood, waist deep in the water, without being observed.
"How do you think that dog can follow us, when we're going ten miles by boat?" demanded Reddy Butts. "I don't know but the Barnacle would sprout wings and fly through the air after Purt," giggled Bobby. "It isn't the dog this time that troubles Purt deah boy!" drawled Lance Darby. "What is it?" asked Laura. "Purt's day is spoiled," declared Lance. "He has come off without his cigarettes."
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