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It seemed as though the goat knew both the smaller Kenway girls, for he did not offer to draw away from them. "I 'spect Mr. Pinkney made dat Sam git rid ob de ole goat," grumbled Uncle Rufus, who was a very trustworthy servant and had lived for years at the old Corner House before the four Kenway sisters came to dwell there. "I reckon he's a bad goat," added the old man.
To Cynthia Sprague and Joyce Kenway, it had, when they first came to live on either side of it, some five years before, afforded for a while an endless source of attraction.
Head and shoulders went through all right; but there his pigship stuck. There was a scurrying across the cobbler's yard, but the Kenway girls and their new friend did not hear this. Instead, they were startled by a sudden rattling of hoofs in a big drygoods box that stood inside the poultry pen. "What's that?" demanded Neale O'Neil. "It's it's Billy Bumps!" shrieked Agnes.
She had really promised Trix Severn that she would not invite Ruth and Agnes Kenway to her party; but how could she get out of doing just that under these circumstances? "Of course," she cried, with apparently perfect frankness. "I sincerely hope they'll both come. And I can depend upon you to be there, Mr. O'Neil?"
But Neale O'Neil pulled his cap down to his ears and followed behind the Kenway girls to school. He was too proud and too sensitive to walk with them. He knew that he was bound to be teased by the boys at school, when once they saw his head. Even the old cobbler had said to him: "'Tis a foine lookin' noddle ye have now. Ye look like a tinder grane onion sproutin' out of the garden in the spring.
"I'll tell you all that," he interrupted, "if you'll tell me who 'Joyce Kenway' is!" "Why, I am!" said Joyce in surprise. "Didn't you guess it?" "How could I?" he answered. "I never supposed it was a girl who sent me that note. I did not even feel sure that the name was not assumed to hide an identity. In fact, I did not know what to think. But I'll come to all that in its proper place.
"Hurray!" shouted Agnes. "We can cut steps in the bank, Ruth. Dot has given us a good idea hasn't she?" "I believe she has," agreed the oldest Kenway. Without much difficulty the girls made four steps up out of the mouth of the grape-arbor, to the surface of the drift. Then they tramped a path on top to the door of the henhouse. By this same entrance they could get to the goat's quarters.
Howbridge's office then; but she went there Monday afternoon. Mr. Howbridge had been Uncle Peter Stower's lawyer, and it was he who had brought the news to the four Kenway girls when they lived in Bloomingsburg, that they were actually rich. He was a tall, gray gentleman, with sharp eyes and a beaklike nose, and he looked wonderfully stern and implacable unless he smiled.
Popocatepetl got herself on this day into serious mischief. Stetson's grocery to the old Corner House, soon after the Kenway girls came to live there. Petal was Ruth's particular pet or, had been, when she was a kitten.
Ruth, at least, noticed the change in him, and, "harking back," she began to realize that the change had begun just after Neale had been so startled by the advertisment he had read in the Morning Post. The two older Kenway girls had errands to do at some of the Main Street stores that afternoon. It was Agnes who came across Neale O'Neil in the big pharmacy on the corner of Ralph Street.
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