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"I wasn't going to take any chances with 'em. About a wild animal you can tell. But mad folks are different! "So I kept near the lion den; and when the row broke out and the roughs from the town began to fight our razorbacks them's our pole- and canvas-men," explained Mr. Sorber, parenthetically, "I popped me right into the cage yes, ma'am!
"He sha'n't!" declared the older girl, starting off at once for the Old Ridge Road. They had said nothing to Mrs. MacCall about the coming of Mr. Sorber not even to tell the good housekeeper of the Old Corner House that she would have company at supper. But Mrs. MacCall found that out herself. Finding Tess and Dot remarkably quiet in the garden, and for a much longer time than usual, Mrs.
Opposite was the stout and glowing Mr. Sorber, prepared to do destruction to Mrs. MacCall's viands first of all, and then to destroy Neale's hopes of an education afterward. At least, he had thus far admitted no change of heart. He had met Neale with rough cordiality, but he had stated his intention as irrevocable that he would take the boy back to the circus.
"Old Doublepaws and the Rajah was some nervous, and was traveling back and forth before the bars. They was disturbed by the racket. But they knowed me, and I felt a whole lot safer than I would have outside. "'The show's a fake! was what those roughs was crying. 'We want our money back! But that was a wicked story," added Mr. Sorber, earnestly. "We was giving them a big show for their money.
Murphy!" murmured Neale O'Neil and returned the pressure of the cobbler's work-hardened palm. But Agnes got up and ran around the table and hugged him! "You you are the dearest old man who ever lived, Mr. Murphy!" she sobbed, and implanted a tearful kiss right upon the top of the cobbler's little snub nose! "Huh!" grunted Mr. Sorber. Then he said "Huh!" again.
Oh! if Mr. Murphy can only do all that he says he can " Her heart had fallen greatly, once she was out from under the magnetism of the old cobbler's glistening eye. Mr. Sorber was such a big, determined, red-faced man! How could the little cobbler overcome such an opponent! He was another David against a monster Goliath. And so Ruth's former idea returned to her. Neale must be stopped!
"Neale doesn't know he is here yet; but Ruthie has asked him to stay to supper " "With your permission, ma'am," said Mr. Sorber, with another flourish of his hat. "Oh, to be sure," agreed the housekeeper. "And Neale runned away from a circus when he came here," said the round-eyed Dot. "No!" gasped the housekeeper. "Yes, Mrs. MacCall," Tess hurried on to say.
What would ever become of him? And Miss Georgiana was so proud of him. Mr. Marks had praised him. He was going to graduate into high school in June "And he shall!" thought the Corner House girl with an inspired determination. "Somehow I'll find a way to tame this lion tamer see if I don't!" "Well, Miss, you'd better perduce the villain," chuckled Mr. Sorber.
Agnes Kenway was pretty near at her wit's end. She did not know how to hold Mr. Sorber, and she did not dare to let him go away from the house, for he might meet Neale O'Neil on the road and take him right away from Milton. If Agnes could help it, she was determined that their friend Neale should not be obliged to leave town just as he was getting on so well. She wanted to consult Ruth.
Sorber lost none of his coarseness on longer acquaintance, but now Agnes noticed that there were humorous wrinkles about his eyes, and an upward twist to the corners of his mouth. She believed after all he might be good-natured. Could she help Neale in any way by being friendly with this man? She could try. There was a rustic bench under the Baldwin tree. "Won't you sit down, Mr.
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