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Bobbsey heard what Freddie said she telephoned to her husband. Mr. Bobbsey went to see Mr. Tetlow, and from him learned that there were a number of families who would not have a very happy Thanksgiving. Then the lumber merchant gave certain orders to his grocer and butcher, and if a number of poor people were not well supplied with food that gladsome season, it was not the fault of Mr. Bobbsey.
I can guarantee you the three thousand dollars, and the other things." Norman shook his head. "Not enough," he said. "You want more money?" "No. But I will not work, or rather, wait, in the dark. Tell your principals that I must be let in." Tetlow hesitated, walking about the office.
"I hope all the poor children in our school have enough to eat," said Freddie. "Mr. Tetlow said for us to bring what we could for them." "And you never told me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Why didn't you? I would have sent something." Neither Bert nor Nan had thought to mention at home that a collection would be taken at the school for the poor families in the town. But as soon as Mrs.
Tetlow went to each room to tell the pupils and teachers to get ready for it, and to put certain work on the blackboards, so it could be seen. When the principal got to the room where Danny Rugg and his particular chums sat, Mr Tetlow, sniffing the air suspiciously, said: "I smell smoke!" "I have been noticing it, too," said the lady teacher. "Perhaps the furnace does not work properly."
"He struck first," went on Bert undauntedly. "He caught me by the arm and wouldn't let me go," came from Danny. "I told him to keep still," explained Bert. "He was calling, 'Afraid of a ghost! at me and I don't like it. And he said my sister Nan was afraid of it, too." "Both of you march up to my office," said Mr. Tetlow sternly. "And remain there until I come."
"I told you not to go into orchards, and take fruit," said Mr. Tetlow, severely. "The man said we could," remarked Danny. "We asked him." "Then you should not have eaten so many," said Mr. Tetlow. "I can't see how ripe apples, which are the only kind there are this time of year could make you ill unless you ate too many," and he looked at Danny and Harry sharply. But they did not answer.
I was coming out of a chemical supplies store where father had sent me." She paused. But Norman did not help her. He continued to wait. "He Mr. Tetlow acted very strangely," she went on. "I spoke to him. He stared at me as if he weren't going to speak as if I weren't fit to speak to." "Oh!" said Norman. "Then he came hurrying after me.
"I notice you don't deny," retorted Tetlow shrewdly. "Deny what? There's nothing to deny." He felt secure now that he knew she had been reticent with Tetlow as to the happenings in the cottage. "Maybe I'm wronging you," said Tetlow, but not in the tone of belief. "However that may be, I know you'll not refuse to listen to my appeal. I love her, Norman. I'm going to make her my wife if I can.
"Oh, yes, she's fine!" exclaimed Bert "There's nothing the matter at all." "Yes there is," insisted Nan. "I can tell by your face. It's that Danny Rugg; I'm sure. Oh, Bert, is he bothering you again?" "Well, he said he was going to." "Then why don't you go straight and tell Mr. Tetlow? He'll make Danny behave. I'll go tell him myself!" "Don't you dare, Nan!" cried Bert.
The world is full of little people who criticise and judge and laugh at and misunderstand the few real intelligences. And very tedious interruptions of the scenery those little people are. Don't be one of them. . . . Did you know my wife's father?" Tetlow startled. "No that is, yes," he stammered. "That is, I met him a few times." "Often enough to find out that he was crazy?" "Oh, yes.
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