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And usually Bobby Bobolink would sing with such zest while he was frisking about in the air that it was a marvel to many how he could do two things like that, at the same time, and yet put so much life into each. Old Mr. Crow claimed that the reason why Bobby Bobolink didn't fly straight was because he had his mind too much on his singing. "He's nothing but a music-box with wings," Mr.
"Well, I s'posed you would; most people would think so, 'cause I'm named for you, and you always said you liked me," remarked Bobby, somewhat embarrassed. His grandfather patted him comfortingly on the back. "Yes, Bobby, I do like you, and all the better for your request. We'll build the infirmary, and maybe more. I am open to conviction no more," he added, looking towards Mrs.
Bobby stood with his hands in his pockets gazing gloomily at the effeminate and childish tree. Cherokee put down his pack and looked wonderingly about the room. Perhaps he fancied that a bevy of eager children were being herded somewhere, to be loosed upon his entrance. He went up to Bobby and extended his red-mittened hand. "Merry Christmas, little boy," said Cherokee.
Harley sat in the front seat with Twaddles between him and Father Blossom. "This your family?" he repeated. "Which is the little feller I used to hold in my lap?" "That was Bobby," smiled Mother Blossom. "He's seven years old now. This is Meg, and the two youngsters are our twins, Twaddles and Dot. We're going to Apple Tree Island. I have never been back since "
"Sally is busy eating bonbons, and Thayer would much better wait till I get through his indictment. He'll need all his voice to defend himself." Sally glanced up. "Go on, Bobby," she said encouragingly. "The sooner it is over, the better." "Thank you. Then I have the floor.
It is a mistake to imagine that children do not recognize love when it comes to them. Love requires no announcement, no definition, no description. Only in later years when the first fresh purity of the heart has gone, we may perhaps require of him an introduction. At once Bobby felt swelling within his breast a great longing, a hunger which filled his throat, a yearning that made him faint.
"Aw, say!" put in Bobby, "that's all right for a story; but my idea of a real optimist is a man who's dead broke, going into a restaurant and ordering oysters on the half shell with the hope that he can pay for the dinner by finding a pearl in one of the bivalves."
The damp clothes were hung to dry behind the kitchen stove, and Bobby sat down to a tremendous lunch. After lunch Bobby went out-doors again, but the novelty had worn off and his main thought was one of impatience for three o'clock to release his friends from school. The snow was not yet packed well enough to make the sleighing very good, but everybody in town was out.
When they came out from luncheon a notice was posted that Mrs. Eustice would address the school at two o'clock in the assembly hall in the main building. It was now one-thirty. "Let's go look at the gym," suggested Bobby. "We have time. Oh, how do you do?" this last was apparently jerked out of her. "I didn't know you were coming to Shadyside, Bobby," said Ruth Gladys Royal effusively.
Then, the wittiness of the drawing-room turned into shrewdness as it crossed the office threshold. The day after the Cable dinner, Bobby yawned and stretched through his morning mail. He had slept but little the night before, and all on account of a certain, or rather, uncertain Miss Clegg. That petite and aggravating young woman had been especially exasperating at the Cable dinner.
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