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They must have the key to find that ball, and the boys trudged back to meet Sam just going home from the Pentzes'. But Sam refused to ask for the key again, He didn't want to bother his father so soon, and he didn't want the bother himself.
They may be out of the way at other times, but they always turn up at their meals." "They were here at breakfast," said Jane, the eldest daughter. "I helped Jack about his Latin before he went to school," said the mother of the family. "They are probably at the Pentzes'," said Gertrude.
It was at a late hour they waked up and went to peer out from the veranda window. There was a policeman passing round the house! Meanwhile there had been great anxiety at the Wilsons'. "If it were not for the storm," said Aunt Harriet, "I should send up to the Pentzes' to inquire about those boys." "I suppose it's the storm that keeps them," said Jane. "If it were not for the storm," Mrs.
You won't have more than a day with her, for I shall have to take the night train back, but it will give you a day's talk." Mrs. Wilson would like to go, but she felt anxious about the boys. "They have not been home for dinner or supper." "But they came home for gingerbread," said Aunt Harriet. "I suppose they didn't have too hearty a dinner at the Pentzes'."
"I don't like their getting all their meals at the Pentzes'," said Mrs. Wilson, "and I don't much like John Stebbins." Again at the Pentzes' the talk was much the same. Mary Pentz reported the boys went through their 'Cæsar' recitation well; she had a nod of triumph from Jonas as he walked off with Sam Wilson. "They had their books, so I suppose they are off for study again."
Wednesday afternoon, after school, the younger boys had gone to play at the old Wilson house, far away at the other end of the Main Street, beyond the Pentzes'. This was an old deserted mansion, where the Wilsons themselves had lived once upon a time.
"If our boys are not there, the Pentzes are here; and as long as the Pentzes are not here, I suppose our boys are there." "I should say they were not likely to get so good a dinner at the Pentzes' as we have here," said Aunt Harriet, as a plate was set before her containing her special choice of rare-done beef, mashed potato, stewed celery, and apple-sauce. "Who are the Pentzes?" said Mr.
I am going to put on my waterproof and go up to the Pentzes'." "I will go too," said Jane; and Gertrude and George joined the party. Half-way up the long street they met the Pentz family coming down to make the same inquiries, Mr. and Mrs. Pentz, Mary, Sophy, Will, and the rest. "Where are the boys?" was the exclamation as they met half-way between the two houses. Mr.
But how was Dick to get out again? He declared he could never scramble up. He slipped back as fast as he tried. He would look for the cellar stairs, only it was awful dark except just by the hole. He had a match in his pocket. Jack ran to the Pentzes' and got a candle, and they rolled it in to Dick, and waited anxiously to see where he would turn up next.
"Joanna says they went off with a basket packed up for to-morrow," said Gertrude. "If the Pentzes did not live so far off, I would send up," said Mrs. Wilson. "They will be in by the time we are off, or soon after," said Mr. Wilson. "It looks like rain, but it won't hurt us." Mrs. Wilson and he went, but no boys appeared all the evening.
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