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A wave of smooth blond hair hid the little bump made by the battery. "Technically," Barby stated, "it worked fine. But the program material was terrible." The boys chuckled. "How do you know it was technically fine?" Scotty teased. Barby looked at him coolly. "Because I heard Rick perfectly." "And I heard you and Scotty," Rick agreed. "All three units work fine. Have you switched them off?"
"But when they shrug their shoulders at the same time," persisted Georgina. "A shrug can stand for almost anything," answered Barby. "Sometimes it says meaner things than words can convey." Then came the inevitable question which made Georgina wish that she had not spoken. "But why do you ask, dear? Tell me how the expression was used, and I can explain better."
The two girls came into the kitchen in time to hear the question, and Rick almost hated to give the answer, knowing that it would disillusion them, and particularly Barby. "We trailed three ghosts," he said. "All human." Scotty added, "And one of them was named Carleton Hilleboe. At least that was the name on the registration of their car." They told the story in detail while Mrs.
Barby had lemonade and cake waiting for them when they came down, and when she talked to him it wasn't at all in the way the ladies did who came to see his Aunt Letty, as if they were talking merely to be gracious and kind to a strange little boy in whom they had no interest.
"Well, it'll have to a spell yet," said Barby, "cause if it didn't, you see, Captain Rossitur, there'd be nothing to fill Fleda's chickens with." "Chickens! where's all the corn in the land?" "It's some place besides in our barn," said Barby. "All last year's is out, and Mr.
They could move faster than he; there was no possibility of outdistancing them. If only he had a weapon! But wishing was useless. He had to do something! He called, "Barby! Can you hear me?" There was no answer from inside. His pulse speeded. Were Barby and Jan all right, perhaps gagged, or had the mind reader already worked?
"Fleda," said Earl Douglass putting his head in from the kitchen, and before he said any more bobbing it frankly at Miss Evelyn, half in acknowledgment of her presence and half as it seemed in apology for his own, "Fleda, will you let Barby pack up somethin' 'nother for the men's lunch? my wife would ha' done it, as she had ought to, if she wa'n't down with the teeth-ache, and Catherine's away on a jig to Kenton, and the men won't do so much work on nothin', and I can't say nothin' to 'em if they don't; and I'd like to get that 'ere clover field down afore night it's goin' to be a fine spell o' weather.
She wont bear to be spoken to in a way that don't suit her notions of what she thinks she deserves; and perhaps your aunt and uncle will think her notions rather high I don't know." "There is no difficulty with aunt Lucy," said Fleda; "and I guess I can manage uncle Rolf I'll try. I like her very much." "Barby is very poor," said Mrs.
Barby reached up and seemed to pat her hair slightly. "I forgot," she admitted. "Now it's off." Rick looked at Jan. "Could you hear me through Barby's phone while I was talking?" Jan shook her head. "No, I couldn't. I was listening, too. These are wonderful, Rick." He smiled his thanks. "One interesting thing, though. I should have known, but it didn't occur to me. The receivers are directional."
Rick Brant stretched luxuriously and slid down to a half-reclining, half-sitting position in his dad's favorite library armchair. He called, "Barby! Hurry up!" Don Scott looked up from his adjustment of the television picture. "What's the rush? The show hasn't started yet." Rick explained, "She likes the commercials."
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