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Updated: June 13, 2025
Lost dogs, it may be remembered, had a habit of following Shovel's father, and he not only took the wanderers in, but taught them how to beg and shake hands and walk on two legs. Tommy had sometimes been present at these agreeable exercises, and being an inventive boy he But as Elspeth was a nice girl, let it suffice to pause here and add shyly, that in time she could walk.
"Is it busy now? We want to get this bottom land ready for corn this year." "Not doing anything at the present time; can start your work next week for the shovel's on the railroad siding at Indiana now," he replied quickly. "What do you charge a day for use of shovel with a man to operate it?" asked Bob. "Hold on there, son; you'll get to be as smart as I am if you keep on at that rate.
So he had never heard the inside of a letter talking, though a postman lived in the house, and even Shovel's old girl got letters; once when her uncle died she got a telegram, which Shovel proudly wheeled up and down the street in a barrow, other blokes keeping guard at the side. To give a letter to a woman who had been cruel to you struck Tommy as the height of nobility.
The limited audience had gone to the gallery, and unluckily all eyes except Shovel's were turned to the platform.
Well, then, Shovel had listened at the door, and heard it mewling. Tommy knowed it well, and it never mewled. How could Tommy know it? 'Cos he had been with it a long time. Gosh! Why, it had only comed a minute ago. This made Tommy uneasy, and he asked a leading question cunningly. A boy, wasn't it? No, Shovel's old woman had been up helping to hold it, and she said it were a girl.
Then suppose, after he got into the hall, Shovel dropped his ticket out at the window; Tommy could pick it up, and then it would admit him also. Tommy liked this, but foresaw a danger: the ticket might be taken from Shovel at the door, just as they took them from you at that singing thing in the church he had attended with young Petey. So help Shovel's davy, there was no fear of this.
The letters, Shovel explained, meant Society for the somethink of Juvenile Criminals, and the toffs what ran it got hold of you when you came out of quod. Then if you was willing to repent they wrote down your name and the place what you lived at in a book, and one of them came to see yer and give yer a ticket for the blow-out night. This was blow-out night, and that were Shovel's ticket.
When he had drawn the hammer on his superior officer, advising discretion and a seat on Jimmy Shovel's box, the 1010 was racking out over the switches in the Western Division yards. Three minutes later the electric beam of Tischer's following headlight sought and found the first section on the long tangent leading up to the high plains, and the race was in full swing.
"Just the same, when this thing's off my hands and there's nothing to blow up but a pile of dirt, I'm going through the camp with an arsenal on me, and I'll splash blood over the ugly place till it looks like a Chicago beef-cannery. It would save transportation expenses, too. When the last shovel's dumped and the Police gone home to supper I'm going to boil over and roast a dozen bohunks alive "
Most of them were sweet women, fighting bravely for these boys, and not at all like Shovel's patroness, who had come for a sensation. Tommy falling into her hands, she got it. Tommy, who had a corner to himself, was lolling in it like a little king, and he not only ordered roast-beef for the awe-struck Shovel, but sent the lady back for salt.
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