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The fastening had probably given way during Master Dick's uproarious revels in the drawing-room, and Roly must have picked it up on the carpet shortly afterwards. "Isn't it a pitty sing?" said Roly, insisting that his treasure should be duly admired. "A very pretty thing," said his father, hoarse and panting; "but it's mine, Roly, it's mine!"
"Let's go see what it is." "Daddy told us to stay here," said Mab. "We can't go." Hal knew that, and, much as he wanted to see what was going on, he would not disobey his father. Mab, too, would have liked to run down where Daddy Blake and Mr. Porter were. "Bow-wow! Ki-yi!" barked and howled Roly again, and then the children heard their father and his friend, the man next door, laughing.
Jam roly gives you a peaceful feeling and you do not at first care if you never play any runabout game ever any more. But after a while the torpor begins to pass away. Oswald was the first to recover from his. He had been lying on his front part in the orchard, but now he turned over on his back and kicked his legs up, and said 'I say, look here; let's do something. Daisy looked thoughtful.
"Did you say civil?" said Roly Poly; "don't mention civil in the same sentence with him; he's the man that put the crab in crab-apple." "He's got a dandy orchard, though," said Pee-wee. "Sure, this is a part of it," said Roly Poly. "Good night," said Pee-wee; "I don't blame it for going away from him. Can he take it back? It's an island now and it's part of Bridgeboro.
What do you say we catch some of those killies and fry them?" "That's what you call an inspiration," said Roly Poly. They caught some killies with a bent pin and fried them and they were not half bad.
He caught Roly up in his arms and kissed him as he had never been kissed in his whole life before, at least by his father, and comforting him as well as he could, for the poor child had naturally received rather a severe shock, he stepped airily down the staircase, which he had mounted with such different emotions five minutes before.
Anyhow, it's burned to the ground and what we want to know is what are you going to do about it?" Roland was much too busy blessing the good angels of Kingsway to reply at once. R. P. de Parys, sympathetic soul, placed a wrong construction on his silence. "Poor old Roly!" he said. "It's quite broken him up.
He jumped up on Hal, barking as loudly as he could, and wagging his tail so hard that it is a wonder it did not drop off. The animal seemed wild with delight. "Why! Why!" cried Mab, as she looked carefully at the dog when he stood still a moment to rest after all the excitement. "That dog looks just like our Roly-Poly, only Roly was white and not spotted black and white," said Mab.
With him was Roly-Poly, looking half drowned, but also clean. "Well, we did a lot of things!" said Hal, when he had on dry clothes, and he and Mab were waiting for the cake to be baked, after which the chocolate would be spread over it. "It was fun, wasn't it?" "I I guess so," answered Mab, not quite sure. "Did I hurt Roly when I stepped on him?" "I guess not.
What's the latest?" Marmaduke thought for a moment. "Well, there's Duck on the Rock," he suggested, "or Roly Poly." "Duck on the Rock sounds interesting, let's try that." Then he waved to the other little stone images all around him. "Come on, fellows, let's play Duck on the Rock. But how do you play it?" he added to Marmaduke, as they reached the courtyard.
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