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Updated: June 14, 2025
No wonder daddy had fallen in love with such a pretty, pretty girl! So thought Janice Day. And What was Arlo Junior, the mischievous torment of the neighborhood, doing with those cats? This sudden query shattered her dream completely. She returned the miniature to the treasure-box, and closed and latched the cover.
I know it isn't right. Mother will not hear of it" "Mother's going to hear of it and from me," declared Janice. "To-morrow's Saturday. After I get all the work done, and Arlo Junior helps me clean that back kitchen, I am going to bring this dress down to your house. I know when she once sees it on you, she won't have the heart to say 'No." So, perhaps Janice Day was sly, after all.
If I had remembered when I saw Arlo Junior and the cats! Dear me," murmured Janice more than once, "'If, 'if, 'if! If the rabbit hadn't stopped for a nap beside the track, the tortoise would not have won the race." "But, what under the sun," Gummy Carringford asked, "could have become of Olga and her fella? That is certainly a mystery."
The boy and the cats entered the Day's side gate and disappeared around the comer of the kitchen ell. "Now! what can that rascal be about? If he does anything to bother Olga there will be trouble. And everything here goes crossways enough now, without Arlo Junior adding to it, I declare!"
Don't we?" giggled his daughter. "And now, if Pietro the bear has left us anything in the house to eat, let us have supper, Janice. I expect that hereafter Miss Peckham's opinion of us will be too acrimonious for speech." "Oh, she never did like me much," sighed Janice. "And now Arlo Junior has made it worse again. Just think! The bear on top of the cats "
He spoke quite cheerfully now, and even Janice was recovering her self-possession. "Oh, well, I'll telI him," murmured Mrs. Weeks. "I'm sick o' shock, myself. But we have to sacrifice when our neighbors needs us. Yes, Mr. Day, I'll send Arlo over." She trailed out after the two men. Mrs. Peckham sniffed after her, too. "Well," the spinster said, "I can make him some broth.
"This is no killing matter." But now neighbors began to hurry to them. Children, of course, for Knight Street was well supplied with them. But Mrs. Arlo Weeks and Mrs. Peckinpaw came from across the street, while Miss Peckham appeared from her cottage. "Dear me! Was he picked up that way?" asked Mrs. Weeks, in her high, strident tone. "My Arlo had a fit once " "Tain't a fit," said Mrs.
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The young rascal!" Mr. Weeks would emphatically say. "Arlo did that? Well, I tell you what. If you catch him at any of his tricks, you thrash him. That's what you do thrash him! You have my full permission to punish him as though he were your own boy. That's the only way to deal with a rascal like him."
"I hope that will teach you to bring cats into our kitchen, Arlo Junior!" Janice cried after him. "No, 'twon't," declared the boy, rubbing the ear that had received the greater number of her blows. "I knew how to do it before, didn't I? My, Janice Day! but you can slam a fella." "I wish I could hurt you more," declared the girl. "You've made me enough trouble."
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