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Updated: June 18, 2025
"But I want the pertic'lars, jest the same. I want to know all about it. Where there's so much smoke there must be some fire." "Not allus, Dad," growled Marty, in disgust. "Smoke comes from an oak-ball, but there ain't no fire." "You air a smart young man," returned his father, coolly. "You'll grow up to be the town smartie, like Walky Dexter, I shouldn't wonder.
Never saw him barefooted," said Bobby. "Miss Smartie! His shoes, then?" proceeded the unruffled Laura. "I I Why, no," admitted Bobby. "Look at them now. He's not a big man, but he has plentiful understandings," chuckled Laura. "See?" "Plain!" exclaimed Jess, peering through the branches. "And those footprints we followed were of a person who wears a narrow, small boot. Small for a man, I mean.
"It is bad," he assented, "but it might be doctored. Haven't you got a middle name?" "It's worse," grinned the victim. "It's St. Ives. I tried it on the second term, and the crowd called me 'Ivy, and one smartie sent me a piece of blue ribbon to tie my yellow curls with he wrote that in an insulting note." "What'd you do?" gasped Banty.
Then when Old Smartie had at last gotten on his feet, they had a great game of tag among the piles and over them, and the first thing Tommy knew he and Johnny were at it as hard as anybody. He was very proud because Johnny could jump over piles as high as the best of them.
"I'll be friends with you!" he shrieked. "I'll send you t' that young smartie with some marks on you that'll show 'im what kind of a wife he's gettin'. You told your ma t' leave me! Maybe You'll be leavin' him next. Tell 'im I said so, will you?"
"You know, Grace, Nan hasn't been shopping unless you and I were both with her. That's made up out of whole cloth!" "You were not with her that day, Miss Smartie," cried the revengeful Linda. "And you see she doesn't deny it." "Of course she denies it!" Bess responded. "Do say something, Nan! Don't let that girl talk about you in this way."
"Well! you know so much, Mr. Smartie!" cried Agnes. "Tell her yourself." "I wouldn't have given her the date of George's birth, as being right in the middle of the Revolutionary War," exclaimed Neale, stalling for time to figure out the right date. "No; and you are not telling her any year," said the wise Agnes.
"Say! she 'lets herself out' every time she speaks," growled Jennie. "We all know what she is bluff and bluster!" "Is that so, Miss Smartie!" exclaimed Cora Rathmore, standing up for the girl she toadied to. "Let me tell you that Grace is the most popular girl in our class. Wait till we have election for class president." "I'm waiting," remarked Jennie, calmly.
"I only know that Miss Pevay brought me to this room and said I must chum with the girl who was here." "It's not so! I don't believe you!" cried Cora. "And that stuck-up thing, that French-Canadian smartie! just did it to be mean. I'm going to Madame " Nancy really hoped she would. She hoped with all her heart that it would prove a mistake that Cora Rathmore was chummed with her.
"Into another car," Nan said demurely. "Is that so, Miss Smartie?" cried Bess. "But what car?" She tried the door. It gave entrance to a baggage coach, dimly lit by a lantern swinging from the roof. Nobody was in the car and the girls walked hesitatingly forward. "Oh!" squealed Bess, suddenly. "Here's my trunk."
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