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Updated: May 17, 2025
Had a man stopped to look around, he would have carried his curiosity to the next world. And yet there was another face that remained fixed in his memory. A great big thin fellow, as tall as a beanpole, with enormous yellow tusks, which he gnashed like a boar. Yes, he had as clear a picture of him as if it had been yesterday.
"She has it to perfection." Miss Crilly's giggle preceded her words. "She's like a beanpole with its good clothes on, ain't she? But, then, I think Miss Sniffen is real nice sometimes," she amended. "So are basilisks and beanpoles in their proper places," retorted Miss Major; "but they don't belong in the June Holiday Home." "Are her rules so awful?" inquired Miss Mullaly anxiously.
"I couldn't mistake that beanpole nowheres. We're safe enough in takin' a shot at 'em if Rosie's with 'em. He's Pesita's head guy," and he drew his revolver and took a single shot in the direction of his former comrades. Bridge followed his example. The oncoming Pesitistas reined in. Billy returned his revolver to its holster and drew his carbine. "You ride on ahead," he said to Mr.
O'Farrell waved his hand, and I was obliged to quicken my steps to keep pace with Brian: "I suppose she got lost serve her right! and the beanpole has escorted her home," grumbled Puck; but as he spoke, the beanpole in question hurriedly made a gesture of salute, and stalked away with enormous strides. In an instant he was engulfed by a shadow-wave and his companion was left to meet us alone.
"I feel quite small beside you, sir," she said, taking her stand at the opposite end of the hearth, from which position she looked up into his admiring eyes. "I am an overgrown, awkward lummix," he said airily. "The boys called me 'beanpole' at college." "You are not an awkward lummix, as you call yourself, though what a lummix is I have not the slightest notion.
Something flew down over her head, covering her eyes, and she could see nothing. "Stop! Stop!" cried the little girl. "Is that you, Bunny?" But Bunny did not answer. Sue pulled the thing off her head. When she could see she noticed that it was the bag sail. The beanpole mast had broken off close to where it was stuck in a crack in the barn door, and the sail had fallen on Sue.
"Boys," said the major, "old Slorkey wants us to gin out send a flag of truce a white pocket handkerchief on a beanpole and propose to surrender. But it goes agin my grit for Hardscrabble to cave in to Dogtown, when we could knock the hindsights off 'em, if we was only a mind to." "Hurray for the major!" responded the Hardscrabblers.
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