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"He didn't want us to hear, 'cause I heard him tell Daddy and Mother so. But we can hear out here if we listen. Let's keep still, and maybe we can tell what it is." "But that won't be nice," protested Rose. "Mother said we shouldn't peep through keyholes, or listen behind doors." "There isn't any keyhole here," said Russ. "And we're not behind a door, either."
An opposition line was established soon afterward, and kept up during a short time, until a compromise was made between them, Later, John Russ was the owner and driver of the line to Lowell, and still later, John M. Maynard the owner. Near this period there was a coach running to Worcester, and previously one to Amherst, New Hampshire.
Sneed out in this if they are still out in it," murmured Alice, as she and Ruth clung to one another in their cabin. "The Ajax may have survived," Ruth said, hopefully. And indeed, at that moment, the motorboat was making the best of the bad weather. The sea anchor which Russ had rigged provided the necessary drag and steerage way, and the boat's head was kept to the waves.
Sally's saucy face grew thoughtful, too. The only thing she had ever asked of me was not to drink. The habit had gone hard with the Sampson family. "Russ, you look just as as nice as I'd want you to," Miss Sampson replied. "I don't know what to think. They tell me things. You deny. Whom shall I believe? George swore he saw you." "Miss Sampson, did I ever lie to you?" "Not to my knowledge."
"It is not good policy to keep secrets from your mother and father. What do you want to do about it now?" "Why why, I want you to tell me," confessed Russ. "I got him some food." "I see you did," returned his father, smiling. "At your own cost, Russ." "We-ell, yes, I could have eaten more if I hadn't taken what I did for the sailor boy." "We'll have to see about that " "I don't mind much.
"There he is!" cried Russ, as he rushed to the rail beside Alice. He pointed to the water. Fortunately the sea was smooth, and rising and falling on the waves could be seen the head of the old sailor. "Oh! Oh!" gasped Ruth, who glided over to the side of Alice. "If if a shark should come now." "There aren't any around here!" declared Russ.
They talk much of the Russ pavement in New York, and call it a new invention yet here they have been using it in this remote little isle of the sea for two hundred years! Every street in Horta is handsomely paved with the heavy Russ blocks, and the surface is neat and true as a floor not marred by holes like Broadway.
On each side of the skate were thin, flat fins, which were something like wings. The skate had a humpy head and big, bulging eyes. "What's a skate for?" asked Russ, as he looked at the queer creature. "And who gave it that name?" Laddie wanted to know. "My! You two are getting as bad at asking questions as Violet!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "Well, I'll answer as well as I can.
Then the girls were more interested. A little later, when the title of the next play was shown, Ruth and Alice could not repress exclamations of pleased surprise. For it was "A False Count!" "Why, Russ Dalwood!" whispered Alice. "Did you know this was here?" "Sure!" he chuckled. "Oh, that's why you hurried us in without giving us a chance to see what the bill was," reproached Ruth.
Switzer for saving you a lot of trouble, Mr. Sneed." "Humph! It's a funny thing to be thankful for because someone washes your face with snow," declared the grouchy actor. It was two days later before Russ had time to carry out his plan of "filming the faker," as he referred to it. Then he and Paul, with Ruth and Alice, went to the two cabins.
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