Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
Don't you remember how many times I've foozled?" "But sometimes, Josie, you've won, and I hope you'll win now." "Thank you," said Josie; "I hope so, myself." Day was just beginning to break when a terrible detonation shook all Dorfield. Houses rocked, windows rattled, a sudden wind swept over the town and then a glare that was not a presage of the coming sun lit the sky.
Great heavens, But see here they left Dorfield long before this war started, and so " "I'm going out," was Josie's inconsequent remark. "Do you think those are rain clouds, Mary Louise? I hate to drag around an umbrella if it's not needed." The two girls parted at the Liberty Shop.
"Ah, and from what part of the country do you come?" "Washington," answered Josie, thankful that at one time she had lived there was living there in fact when her father, Detective O'Gorman, died. "I have been in Dorfield lately, though, on business."
"If you get the box, and it reaches Dorfield safely, then I'll accept the return of my money; but railroads are unreliable affairs and have queer rules, so let's wait and see what happens." The Professor assured her, however, that there was no doubt of his getting the box, but he Would wait to pay her, if she preferred to let the matter rest.
He had been quite successful as a merchant and was reputed to be the wealthiest clothing dealer in Dorfield. "No," said Kasker, shortly, in answer to the request. Mary Louise was annoyed by the tone. "You mean that you won't help us, I suppose?" she said impatiently. He turned from his desk and regarded her with a slight frown. Usually his expression was stupidly genial.
Peter Conant, the Chairman, a prominent attorney of Dorfield, was introducing the orator of the evening, Colonel James Hathaway, whose slender, erect form and handsome features crowned with snow-white hair, arrested the attention of all. "You have been told," began the old colonel in a clear, ringing voice, "of our Nation's imperative needs.
Spring had come to Dorfield. The trees were budding, jonquils and tulips were blooming. The foolish peaches were sticking out their pink noses forgetful of the fact that the year before an untimely frost had nipped them in the bud.
"For instance, there are nineteen printing offices in Dorfield, and only two of them have this kind of type." "Oh, that's something, indeed!" cried Mary Louise. "One of the two offices must have printed the circulars." "No; the curious fact is that neither printed them," returned Josie, regarding the circulars with a frown. "How do you know?"
She finally sold him fifty thousand dollars worth of Liberty Bonds and went on her way elated. The regular Bond Committee had labored for weeks with this stubborn man, who managed one of the largest enterprises in Dorfield, yet they had signally failed to convince him or to induce him to subscribe a dollar.
"Is that as far as you've gone?" "Have you gone any farther, Josie?" "A step, Mary Louise. It looks to me as if there is an organized band of traitors in Dorfield. No one person is responsible for it all. Didn't I say two different people addressed the circulars in disguised handwriting?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking