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Updated: June 14, 2025
I take so much extra work home as it is, that Father Tom Hargrew asks me if I don't do anything at all in school. And, anyway, I didn't think Gee Gee saw me. But, of course, she did." "And then what?" Jess asked. "Why, she shot a question at me, and I didn't get it at first. 'Miss Hargrew! Pay attention! she went on. Of course, that brought me up standing.
"'Young one' yourself!" snapped Clara Hargrew, immediately on her dignity. "There are no medals on you for age, Chet Belding." "Or whiskers, either," laughed Laura, slyly eyeing her brother, for she was aware that he had a safety razor hidden away in his bureau drawer. "Come, come!" said Jess, "What about this nine-ten express Bobby spoke of?" "Why," said the younger girl, "I noticed Mr.
"Oh, he won't get away," grumbled Short and Long. "We know where to find him when we want to." "You'd better let the police know where to find him," said Bobby tartly. "You're not the police, Bobby Hargrew!" returned Short and Long, grinning and going on with Tommy. The girls, of course, got together and compared notes and decided that the boys were "real mean, so now!"
There was such a crowd around the spot where the victim of the accident lay that the boys could not see the Central High girls, save Bobby Hargrew, who came running back from her father's store just as the clanging of the ambulance gong warned the crowd that the hospital had responded in its usual prompt fashion.
"Not so bad," sighed Nellie, who really did not like hard work and had dreaded that division of labor which she knew must fall to her if they went camping without "help." "Having a girl along to cook and do up the beds and wash dishes and the like wouldn't be so bad," announced Bobby, growing braver as Nell seemed to encourage the idea. "Well! Miss Hargrew!" accused Laura.
"And there's only one big bill this hundred," said Chet, who had taken the package of bills and was flirting them through his fingers. "I took that in myself when I sold that lavalliere to the man I told you about, Father. You remember? He was a stranger, and he said he wanted to give it to a young girl. "Let's see that bill, Chet!" exclaimed Bobby Hargrew suddenly.
He often passed the members of his class on the street without knowing them at all; the boys said you might as well bow to a post as to Old Dimple! But here he had taken particular notice of Bobby Hargrew; indeed, he stopped to turn around and glare right at her just as though she had said something particularly offensive to him as he passed the group. "Goodness!" murmured Jess.
This was only two days before the fateful Friday and before recitations in the morning. The girls had gathered in the main lower corridor of Central High. The bell for classes had not yet rung. "I'll show you how smart you are, Clara Hargrew!" Hester almost screamed. "I've a good mind to slap you!" "That might make me smart, Hess," drawled the smaller girl coolly.
"This is the man who passed that phony hundred-dollar bill on me. The very one!" "Is he dead?" whispered Bobby Hargrew, looking under Chefs elbow down at the crimson-streaked face of the unfortunate man. Market street was well lighted, but it was not well policed.
Morse, for that lady had come into the woods for a rest from her social duties, and for the writing of a book. Why should she be troubled by a mere mystery? The detective fever burned hotly in Laura Belding's veins on this morning. From Jess she could not keep her discovery for long; but she swore her chum to silence. Then she took Bobby Hargrew into her confidence.
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