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Bobby Hargrew looked, likewise. Purt and Lily were behind, and Bobby immediately shouted: "Say, Purt who's your friend?" "What's that, Miss Hargrew?" asked Purt staring. "I weally don't get you don't you know?" "But he'll get you in a minute," chuckled Bobby. "Don't pay any attention to her, Mr. Sweet," said Lily. "She's a vulgar little thing."
"Not such a wonderful thing to do," laughed Laura. "Not half so wonderful," put in the irrepressible Bobby Hargrew, "as it seemed to the countryman who came to town and stood gazing up at the tall steeple of the cathedral. As he gazed the bell began to toll The hick stopped a passer-by and said: "'Tell me, why does the bell ring at this time of day?
"Oh, galloping grasshoppers!" gasped Bobby Hargrew, clinging tight to Laura and Nellie Agnew in the dressing-room. "Do you hear what she says?" "What language, Bob!" said Nellie, in horror. "How can you?" "Of whom are you speaking?" asked Laura, with an admonishing look. "That Lil Pendleton. The gall of her!" "Stop, Bob!" commanded Laura. "You talk like a street urchin."
"It's that horrid Bobby Hargrew!" gasped Lil, seeing the black-eyed one shoot up from beneath, and take a long breath. "Aw, Miss Hargrew!" begged Purt. "Don't bother us so. It's weally too bad of you." "Then act human!" ejaculated Bobby. "Don't you two stand around as though you were fashion pictures in the magazines. Duck under and get your hair wet!
It was the principal topic of conversation when the girls gathered in the boathouse rooms to prepare for the races and the features that were to precede the principal attraction of the carnival the masquerade grand march. "Sh! She's right here now," whispered Bobby Hargrew sepulchrally, coming into the dressing-room. "She's on watch at the door." "Who?" asked Jess Morse. "Not Hester?" cried Lily.
"And thank goodness!" murmured Bobby Hargrew, "Gee Gee cannot break into this session. What do you suppose she has suggested?" "Mercy! how do you expect us to guess the vagaries of the Carrington mind?" returned Lily Pendleton. "Something foolish, I'll be bound." "Sh! Remember Mr. Mann is an instructor, too," said Nellie Agnew. "That is all right, Doctress," giggled Lily. "Mr.
That's no place for you to go camping. And then walked right off with his old clipping, and without giving me a chance to ask him what he meant," concluded Bobby Hargrew. Bobby Hargrew came to school the next morning with rather a sour face for her. "What's the matter, dear?" asked Nell Agnew, sympathetically. "I wish I were a bird," grumbled Bobby.
"Oh, yes we did," grunted the smaller girl. "That is, we kissed. Lil was already made up." "Now, Bobby!" admonished Laura. "That's horrid of you, Bobby," Nellie declared. "You are incorrigible." Yet they all had to laugh. Bobby Hargrew was just a cut-up! "I'm worse than the long word you called me, Nell," said little Miss Hargrew.
It was a shabby but commanding figure, and the girls themselves shrank together and waited for the old Latin professor to speak. "Miss Hargrew is quite right," said Professor Dimp, in his iciest tone. "Those hounds must not land here." "I say, now!" growled the sheriff. "This is private property," continued Professor Dimp, coldly, "as Miss Hargrew tells you. You can see the signs.
As it happened, however, neither the shopping nor the skating was done on this particular Saturday night. As Bobby Hargrew ran to telephone to the hospital, Short and Long had grabbed the wrists of his two older and taller boy friends and led them out of the crowd in a very mysterious way. "Did you get a good look at that car?" he whispered to Chet and Lance.
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