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"Give me four nice kisses, Lafe. I'll take one to Peg, Bobbie, and the baby, and keep one for myself." Then after their lips had met through the bars in resounding smacks, Jinnie gasped, "We can't forget Milly Ann and Happy Pete. Two more, honey!"
"Ours, ours, ours!" cried Andy. The other scouts, Ritter and Wally Woods, caught Tim's arms and poured out a stream of questions. What had become of the haversacks and blankets? Had they been afraid in the woods? Had they seen the Foxes? Where had they found the cup? Another scout came over the knoll Bobbie Brown. After that came a rush of Fox scouts and Eagle scouts, and finally Mr. Wall.
She gave him her address, and before he could express his surprise begged him to hurry to the doorway of the building and wait for her. He promised. Mary kept her nerves as quiet as she could, praying that the man Sawyer would not leave before she could follow him with Bobbie. In a few minutes one of the girls from the stenography room came out.
"It don't cost but five cents," said Sarah Sue, and she looked at Bobbie as if he were not even the dust of the earth. Then she handed me her list. "But, Sarah Sue," I said, after I'd read it, "you've got seventy-five cents down here for your mother and only fifty for your father. Do you think it's right to make a difference?" "Yes, I do."
I am so glad I escaped! Come in and tell me all about it." "Not much to tell," replied Sally, "except that I just turned on her and defied her. I felt the time had passed for intimidation, and I told her so." "Good for you, Kitten," and Bobbie demonstrated her approval. "I always knew your spunk was just smoldering, ready to burst into flame at the right moment.
Jinnie changed her position that she might see to better advantage the plain little dress she was wearing. "But I've got to go, Lafe; oh, I've got to!" she insisted. "Mr. King wants me.... Please, Lafe, please!" "Call Peggy, Bobbie," said Lafe, in answer to Jinnie's impetuous speech. Bobbie felt his way to the door, and Peggy came in answer to the child's call.
Why, even Bobbie ruined me with one of them in the Eighth Ward the other day one solidified balance wiped out in a moment by my interesting son." "Bobbie?" cried Mrs. Perkins. "A six-year-old boy?" "Exactly Bobbie, the six-year-old boy. I wish you'd keep the children in the house until this infernal business is over.
'I really must have a cigarette, he said, going up to the table on which were all the necessary things for refreshment. 'If you press me dreadfully I'll have one, too, said Mrs. Crowley, with a flash of her beautiful teeth. 'Don't press her, said Bobbie. 'She's had six already, and in a moment she'll be seriously unwell. 'Well, I'll forego the pressing, but not the cigarette.
But I think that's a pleasanter memory than shoplifting from peanut stands." Lorna smiled winningly, however, and sat down, not without a decorative adjustment of her pretty silk dress. Bobbie forgave her, principally because she looked so much like Mary.
Bobbie had felt almost from the first that for some strange miserable reason these questions hurt Mother and made her sad. And little by little the others came to have this feeling, too, though they could not have put it into words.
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