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"Oh, we'll start something, leave it to us," said Roly Poly. The arrival of the five North Bridgeboro scouts was the occasion of much merriment and banter. These boys from the small village up the river had formed themselves into a patrol but they were two members short of the required number and they had no scoutmaster.
This was Roland's triumphant crow. "Nat!" Josie advanced, trembling with excitement. "Tell me, what does this mean?" Duncan perforce avoided her gaze. "Don't ask," he said sadly. "Is it true?" she insisted. "You heard what Roly said," he replied, with a chastened expression. "Then you admit it?" "I admit nothing." "Oh-h!" The girl drew away from him as from defilement.
Then there was Roly-Poly, the funny little poodle dog, and once when Daddy Blake took Hal and Mab skating, as you may read in THAT book, Roly slid under the ice and was lost for a long, long time. Hal and Mab just loved to go places with Daddy, to learn about the birds, trees and flowers.
No Christmas Eve was allowed to go by without the presence of alien offspring about their fire-lit hearth, and no strange little kiddie ever left for his own bed without treasuring in his soul the belief that he had seen Santa Claus at last had been kissed by him, too albeit the plain-faced, wistful little man with the funny bald-spot was in no sense up to the preconceived opinions of what the roly poly, white-whiskered, red- cheeked annual visitor from Lapland ought to be in order to make dreams come true.
That same day at seven o'clock we reached Roly. The hussars occupied the town already, and we were obliged to bivouac in a deep road along the side of the hill. We had hardly stacked our arms when several general officers arrived. The Commandant Gémeau, who had just dismounted, sprang upon his horse and hurried to meet them. They conversed a moment together and came down into our road.
"Roland Poland," said the boy; "Roly Poly for short." "Mine's Walter Harris, but they call me Pee-wee. How did this island get here anyway?" "It started being an island under my very feet," said Roly Poly. "There are five scouts in my patrol besides myself; we're just getting started " "I'm the only one in my patrol," Pee-wee interrupted. "Where do you come from?"
"But how could it be?" asked Mab. "Roly was lost under the ice." "And that's just where I got this dog," the engineer explained. "Out from under the ice. One day, after the first freeze this winter, I was Balking along a little pond. I came to a thin place in the ice, and looking through, from the shore where I stood, I saw a little white dog down below, just as if he were under a pane of glass.
"This promises to be the luckiest thing I ever did sending Nolla to Pebbly Pit for her health!" "And wait until you see Nolla! My, but she is rosy and roly now. And besides, Mr. Maynard, she is a born financier. I love to listen to her plan and then see her work out her own schemes.
Without throwing the flap open, Prescott peeped through a slit-like opening. As he did so he saw something that made his eyes flash. The rain was pouring a little less heavily now. Down the company street came a cadet with a pail of water. It was Mr. Briggs, a round faced, laughter loving, somewhat roly poly lad of the plebe class. Just as Mr.
"I thought it was an earthquake," laughed a tall boy who was stepping ashore. "Oh, we have those too," laughed Roly; "all the latest improvements. That's Pee-wee; he's perfectly harmless, step right ashore, you're all welcome." "You're stepping into the seventeenth century," Pee-wee shouted, descending precipitately out of the tree.
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