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Jessica was then detailed to play, and under cover of her music, Tom, Reddy, David and Hippy left the room, Tom returning presently to announce solemnly that an original one-act drama, entitled "The Suffragette," written by Mr. Wingate and presented by a notable cast, would be the next offering. After a moment's wait, Hippy, Reddy and David appeared, and were greeted with shouts of laughter.
In the heat of the day my brother and I jabbed our poles into the bank, and set off to amuse ourselves some other way for a while. When we returned my pole was pulled down and wabbling so as to make a commotion in the water. Quickly I grasped it and pulled, while Reddy stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Surely a big bass had taken my bait and hooked himself.
Trenholm will be right at your back all the way down, and we can't take any chances now, Reddy. I'll settle him when the boats are off, and then you won't have anything to worry about. Cut his feet loose." "What style of a funeral would suit him?" asked Petrak, busy with the cords at my feet. "We'll have to select something special for Mr. Trenholm. How about the same go-off we gave Caldish?
Heading the little procession, they led the way to the dining room, followed by Reddy and Jessica, Hippy and Nora, Grace, Tom and Miriam.
Ken's dull, gloom-steeped mind underwent a change, but he could not speak. He sat up in bed, clutching the paper, and gazing from it to the coach. Raymond came in, followed by Homans, and, last, Reddy Ray, who sat down upon the bed. They were all smiling, and that seemed horrible to Ken. "But, Worry Reddy I I lost the game threw it away!" faltered Ken. "Oh no, Peg. You pitched a grand game.
At the last he was white and shaken. She kissed Larry. "Reddy, you'll take care of yourself and him," she said. "Allie, I shore will. Good-by." Larry rode down the trail in the dim gray dawn. "Watch sharp for Indians," she breathed, and her face whitened momentarily. Then the color returned. Her eyes welled full of sweet, soft light. "Allie, I can't go," said Neale, hoarsely.
"I didna think," he said, "as yer wanted me never to be able to speak again; no, I didna think it, Elspeth." She took her hands from her face and looked at him inquiringly. "One of the stories mamma telled me and Reddy," he said, "were about a man what saw such a beauty thing that he was struck dumb with admiration.
Reddy had seen it many times before. "Now what under the sun could Redtail have been after here?" thought Reddy. "The grass isn't long enough for a grasshopper to hide in, and yet Redtail didn't get what he was after. It's very queer. It certainly is very queer." He trotted out and began to run back and forth with his nose to the ground, hoping that his nose would tell him what his eyes couldn't.
He made a kind-hearted effort to cut Reddy off, with the result that they wabbled together and fell in a heap. They did not mind the fact that two or three other sack-runners were falling all over them; nor did they care what became of the race: the desire of each was to tear off that sack and get at the wretched brother that had caused the fall.
No one has sharper eyes than Blacky, and no one knows better how to use them. There is very little going on in the Green Forest or on the Green Meadows that he misses when he is about. The day after Reddy Fox visited the Old Briar-patch and with his wonderful nose found out Peter Rabbit's secret, Blacky just happened to fly over the Old Briar-patch on his way to Farmer Brown's cornfield.
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