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And so the little boy concluded that he did not care much about little girls; and confided to his devoted play-fellow Clara Mrs. Denny's niece and sometime second still-room maid, now promoted, on account of her many engaging qualities, to be Dickie's special attendant that:
Then Alice said, speaking chokily because she had not quite done crying 'Let's wave a flag. By the most fortunate accident she had on one of her Sunday petticoats, though it was Monday. This petticoat is white. She tore it out at the gathers, and we tied it to Denny's stick, and took turns to wave it. We had laughed at his carrying a stick before, but we were very sorry now that we had done so.
Henderson waited for Uncle Denny's "Go ahead with the story," then he began sadly: "Algernon Dove was Babe's real name. He was an English remittance-man here in the early days. The Smithsonian folks came down here and wanted to get someone to go out with them to collect desert specimens, rattlers, Gila monsters, hydrophobia skunks and such trash.
But, though the four friends heard of Denny's threat, they were not alarmed over it. They felt they could hold their own. From then on, however, there was open warfare between the Upside Down Club members and the baseball nine and their friends, and many were the tricks each side played on the other.
Ogden's almost girlishly modeled face was more than apprehensive as he stepped up to him. "He's mad," he stated flatly. "You've got him peeved for keeps. And I guess you've let yourself in for quite a merry little session, too, unless unless" he hesitated, peering curiously in Denny's grave face, "unless you want to make a nice quiet little exit before he comes back with Sutton.
On the contrary, the father always liked him the better for them, inasmuch as they proved Denny's vast superiority over himself. They were, therefore, only the licenses and embellishments of discussion, tolerated and encouraged by him to whom they were applied.
Young Denny's fingers closed over the outstretched hand with a grip that brought the short, fat man in brown up to his toes. Long after the train had crawled out of sight the boy stood there motionless beside the empty truck, reading over and over again the few scrawled words that underran the line of address.
"Didn't you get the note we left pinned to the door?" asked Dray of Denny. "Nary a note," he said. Later it was found where it had blown into a clump of bushes. So that accounted for Denny's not being warned in time. "But everything seems to be coming out right," said Cora, with a rather wintry smile. All the girls were pale, and a trifle weak. The boys, too, were tired.
"Couldn't we catch them up?" cried Mary, almost incoherent from excitement and horror. "They've gone half-a-mile by this, and that brute," this with an eye of concentrated hatred at the colt, "won't jump a broom-stick." "But let me try," urged Mary, maddened by the assumption of masculine calm which Mr. Denny's despair had taken on; "or oh, Mr.
Heavens, what did she do that for when Denny was there, watching everything with those shrewd eyes of his? "The pickaxes!" I roared. Denny turned and fled; a moment elapsed; I did not know what to do, how to look at Phroso, or how not to look at her. I took refuge in flight. I rushed into the kitchen on pretence of aiding or hastening Denny's search.
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