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You know how it is. Chappie you've never been introduced to says something to you in a theatre, and you murmur something and sheer off. What?" "Absolutely," agreed Algy Martyn. He thoroughly approved of Freddie's code of etiquette. Sheer off. Only thing to do. "Well, anyhow, now that he had turned up again and told me who he was, I began to remember. We had been kids together, don't you know.
Such was the cry from all of the Bobbsey twins, as they gathered around Mrs. Bobbsey in the hallway. She had several small packages in her hands, and one looked very much like a box of candy. Mrs. Bobbsey kissed them all before speaking. "Have you been good while I was gone?" she asked. "I guess we tried to be good," answered Bert meekly. "Freddie's boiler got broke, that's all," said Flossie.
The little twins, who seemed to claim more share in Snap than did Nan and Bert, did not really know how many tricks their pet could do. "Maybe you'll have to give him back to the circus," said Willie Flood, one of Freddie's chums. "Well, if we do, papa may buy him, or get another dog like him," spoke Flossie.
Lord Emsworth will no doubt be pleased to learn that his son, whom he trusted, is a thief!" Freddie's hand fell limply. The bell remained un-touched. His mouth opened to its fullest extent. In the midst of his panic he had a curious feeling that he had heard or read that last sentence somewhere before. Then he remembered.
A fleeting impression passed through Freddie's mind that she was looking unusually pretty this morning: nor was the impression unjustified. Nelly was wearing for the first time a Spring suit which was the outcome of hours of painful selection among the wares of a dozen different stores, and the knowledge that the suit was just right seemed to glow from her like an inner light.
As soon as Benjamin Bat saw the greenish-white gleam he was so afraid of getting burned not knowing that Freddie's light could not harm him he was so afraid that he swerved sharply to one side and zigzagged about the yard for a few seconds. But he soon returned to speak to Freddie Firefly once more. "You made a good beginning," he told Freddie. "But you turned your light on again too quickly.
"If this girl is the sort of girl who would hold up Freddie's letters," he mused, "she wouldn't be living in a place like this. If she were on the make she would have more money than she evidently possesses. Therefore, she is not on the make; and I am prepared to bet that she destroyed the letters as fast as she got them."
Bobbsey was looking at the wire fence, as though trying to find a way to get past it either under it, or over it, or to one side or the other of it. Of course he did not think it wise to try little Freddie's plan of breaking the wire with a "cutter thing" such as the telephone men carried. "Well," said Mr.
Freddie was digging at the flour in his eyes. He was white from head to feet, and coughing and spluttering. "Wait, I'll get the whisk-broom," said Bert, and ran for it. "Brush off his hair first, and then I'll wipe his face," came from Nan. "Here's the wash-rag," put in little Flossie, and catching it up, wringing wet, she began to wipe off Freddie's face before anybody could stop her. "Flossie!
For, coming right toward him, was a team of horses, hitched to a big lumber wagon it was one of Freddie's papa's own lumber teams, as the little boy could see for himself. On came the trotting team, pulling the heavily laden lumber wagon, and, worst of all, there was no driver on the seat to guide the horses.
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