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"If you or any of you put a foot outside these walls," I declared, "you will not be allowed to re-enter. That's flat!" "By cricky!" fell in fervent admiration from the lips of Jasper, Jr. I glanced at his beaming, astonished face. He positively was grinning! "Good for you! You're a wonder, Mr. Smart! By cricky! And you're dead right. We're darn fools!" "Jasper!" gasped Mrs. Titus.
And then came a terrible thing. In places the road became hard, in places were the crowded indentations of a recent flock of sheep, and at last in the throat of the town cobbles and the stony streets branching east, west, north, and south, at a stone cross under the shadow of the cathedral the tracks vanished. "O Cricky!" said Mr. Hoopdriver, dismounting in dismay and standing agape.
"Which was right?" asked the Journalist. "The scenario man." "How do you know?" "How do I know? Why simply because the play was produced later ran five years, and drew a couple of million dollars. That's how I know." "By cricky," exclaimed the Youngster, "I believe he thinks his story could earn a million if it had a chance."
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding See our spell Can hold him fast. Tinkle bell The hour is past. It was not very polite for Mrs. Cricky to laugh, but really she could not help it. Never did she see such a buzzing, clumsy attempt at imitation as this. By this time the Noisy Fly had spied Mrs. Cricky, and his popping black eyes scanned her anxiously, for he was accustomed to be driven off wherever he went.
"O! O! O!" cried Chee, "I'll never do it again!" "No," said the "Parson," in a high thin voice, "I think you won't, you black imp!" By this time Mrs. Cricky had come out to see what all the noise was about. When she heard the explanation, she said in a sorrowful tone: "Chee and Chirk, is this the way I've brought you up? When your father hears of this he will be very angry.
He asked: "What do you believe we can do, Betty?" "Make use of Mr. Canary's pung." "Cricky! What will draw it? Where is the span of noble steeds to be found? Old Bobsky would break his neck." "One horse. One wonderful horse, Bob!" cried Betty clapping her hands suddenly. "I am sure I'm right. Uncle Dick!" "What do you mean, Betty?" cried Bobby, shaking her. "What horse?"
Chee and Chirk and Chirp looked much awed, and waved their little pink clover sunbonnets helplessly in the air till Father Cricky said he did wish they would stop, it kept him from seeing the music he was studying for the Marsh Grass Vesper Quartette. "What is it, Father?" called Chee, who was always curious. "It's a Cantata," said Mr. Cricky. Chee nudged Chirk and whispered: "Say, what's that?"
"O, I don't know," said Chirk, "let's ask him to sing it, then we'll find out." "All right, you do," said Chee. Father Cricky was very glad to sing it, and this was the song he sang: Tree-Top Cantata Moderately fast Swing tree top, swing, This morning bright Swing gold and green In gay sunlight Swing, tree-top, swing.
It was well she had ventured for the doctor on the black mare, or poor Hunchie Slattery would have suffered much longer without medical attention. Bobby ran out to meet them when the sleigh came into the yard. Mrs. Candace stood at the back door explaining to the red-faced man, her husband. It was Bob who came to take the leading rein of the black mare from Betty's hand. "Cricky!" he exclaimed.
School began promptly as the sun rose; nine o'clock would have seemed a lazy hour to the little Cricketses. The principal study Mrs. Cricky taught was Cheerfulness, much the same as you are taught reading and writing. She said that the whole duty of a cricket was to be cheerful. After this she gave them some lessons in Fear.
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