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Then fire shone in his lovely blue eyes under the golden shadow of his curls, a fire which had shone in the eyes of some ancestors of his, for there was good fighting blood in the Carruth family, as well as in the Trumbull, although this small descendant did go about curled and kissed and barelegged. "How'll we begin?" said Arnold, in a strenuous whisper.
We had chicken for dinner, anyway." "So did we," said Arnold Carruth. "We did, and corn," said Lee. "We did," said Jim. Lily stepped forth from the alder-bush. "If," said she, "I were a boy, and had started to have a chicken-roast, I would have HAD a chicken-roast." But every boy, even the valiant Johnny Trumbull, was gone in a mad scutter.
Phronsie laughed and played with Baby quite merrily, all such time as Miss Carruth, the governess, allowed her from the schoolroom that morning. "Everything is beautiful, King dear," she would say on such little flying visits to the nursery.
Lily said to Lucy, entirely within hearing of Jim and Lee Westminster and Johnny Trumbull and Arnold Carruth and Bubby Harvey and Frank Ellis, and a number of others who glowered at her. Dear little Lucy hesitated. She did not wish to hurt the feelings of boys, and the question had been loudly put. Finally she said she didn't know.
"Serves us right for taking a boy with curls," said Johnny Trumbull. But he spoke unadvisedly. Arnold Carruth was no match whatever for Johnny Trumbull, and had never been allowed the honor of a combat with him; but surprise takes even a great champion at a disadvantage.
Do you s'pose she'd cut off my curls if I was to go to your house, Johnny?" "I'm afraid she wouldn't think it was right unless your mother said she might. She has to be real careful about doing right, because my uncle Jonathan used to preach, you know." Arnold Carruth grinned savagely, as if he endured pain.
He told Arnold Carruth, and Arnold Carruth only, about Robin Hood and his great scheme. "You can help," said this wise Johnny; "you can be in it, because nobody thinks you can be in anything, on account of your wearing curls." Arnold Carruth flushed and gave an angry tug at one golden curl which the wind blew over a shoulder.
He therefore gruffly assented. "All right," he said, "you can be in it. But just you look out. You'll see what happens if you tell." "She can't be in it; she's nothing but a girl," said Arnold Carruth, fiercely. Lily Jennings lifted her chin and surveyed him with queenly scorn. "And what are you?" said she. "A little boy with curls and baby socks."
The boy's name was Arnold Carruth, and that was against him, as being long, and his mother firm about allowing no nickname. Nicknames in any case were not allowed in the very exclusive private school which Johnny attended.
It was a species of blackmail, but what could he do? Suppose Lily told how she had hidden him him, Johnny Trumbull, the champion of the school in that empty baby-carriage! He would have more to contend against than Arnold Carruth with socks and curls. He did not think Lily would tell.
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