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Bootsey had debated these and similar questions until two beats upon the clock warned him that, even upon the most liberal calculation, the noonday hour must be looked upon as gone. Then he rolled the baby up in one corner of the box and started back to the office. It was Mr. Absalom Jayres's office to which Bootsey's way tended, and a peculiarity about it that had impressed both Mr.
Then he sat down, still holding Bootsey's hand, and waited until he had caught his breath. "Now, then," he said, at last. "Yez'r," said Bootsey. "You're a miserable little rogue!" said Mr. Jayres. Bootsey held his peace. "I've stood your deviltries till I've got no patience left, and now I'm going to discharge you!" "Aw, don't," said Bootsey. "Yes," said Mr.
The game ending in a general conflict of the players, caused by Bootsey's falling on top of another boy, whom he utterly refused to let up unless it should be admitted that the flattened unfortunate was "out," he issued from the turmoil in time to join in an attack upon a peanut roaster and to avail himself largely of the spoils.
By all odds the baby was the most astonishing thing that had ever come under Bootsey's observation, and the only time during which Bootsey was afforded a fair and uninterrupted opportunity of examining the baby was that period of the day which Mr. Jayres, Bootsey's employer, was wont to term "the noonday hour." Long before Bootsey came home for his luncheon, Mrs.
Biggs was off for her stand in front of "The Sun" building, where she conducted a large and, let us hope, a lucrative business in the afternoon newspapers, so that Bootsey and the baby were left to enjoy the fulness of each other's society alone and undisturbed. To Bootsey's mind the baby presented a great variety of psychological and other problems.
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