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Toddles thought it over for a bit; decided he wouldn't have a fuss with a girl anyway, balked at a parlor car fracas with a drunk, dropped the coin back into his pocket, and went on into the combination baggage and express car. Here, just inside the door, was Toddles', or, rather, the News Company's chest. Toddles lifted the lid; and then his eyes shifted slowly and traveled up the car.
Donkin, after all, was like all the rest of them. "Well?" prompted the dispatcher. "You go to blazes!" said Toddles bitterly, and started for the door. Donkin halted him. "You're only fooling yourself, Hoogan," he said coolly. "If you wanted what you call a real railroad job as much as you pretend you do, you'd get one." "Eh?" demanded Toddles defiantly; and went back to the table.
It, too, was closed, of course, but he could hear better there. The sounder was babbling madly. "Hold second " He missed it again and as, on top of it, the "seventeen" came pleading, frantic, urgent, he wrung his hands. "Hold second" he got it this time "Number Two." Toddles' first impulse was to smash in the window and reach the key.
A machine will be detailed to leave the ground at 10:30 pip emma and lay three fresh eggs on the railway-station at . At the special request of the G.O.C.R.F.C., Lieutenant Maude, the well-known strafer, will oblige. Co-operation by B and C Flights." Lieutenant Maude, commonly known by a loose association of ideas as Toddles, buried a heightened complexion in a plate of now tepid soup.
Toddles was in an unusually bad humor, and he scowled. With exceeding deftness he separated one of the coins from the others, using his fingers like the teeth of a rake, and dropped the rest back jingling into his pocket. The coin that remained he put into his mouth, and bit on it hard. His scowl deepened. Somebody had presented Toddles with a lead quarter.
Toddles had annoyed him on several previous occasions, and just now Will's laughter was the one thing best calculated to sting his annoyance into fury. With a roar that frightened Toddles into instant silence, he rushed forward and grabbed the child, giving him a violent cuff on the side of the head. It happened that Mr.
"Give me a job, won't you?" It was only yesterday on the platform that Toddles had waylaid the super with the same demand and about every day before that as far back as Carleton could remember. It was hopelessly chronic. Anything convincing or appealing about it had gone long ago Toddles said it parrot-fashion now. Carleton took refuge in severity.
Toddles had a voice that would make you jump if you were nervous the minute he opened the car door, and if you weren't nervous you would be before he had reached the other end of the aisle it began low down somewhere on high G and went through you shrill as an east wind, and ended like the shriek of a brake-shoe with everything the Westinghouse equipment had to offer cutting loose on a quick stop.
"He said he wanted to come and see you, William. He was anxious to give you a kiss; and he's got a lot of pebbles and his favorite jackknife stowed away in a little box, to give you when he sees you!" And Mr. Hand laughed genially. He was prepared to talk all night on the subject of Toddles. "And what has become of that ruffian Baizley?" asked Mrs. Carter.
The blow was a mighty one, and so sudden that Will parried it with difficulty, at the same time almost staggering upon Toddles, who lay on his face wailing piteously. Afraid lest the child should get injured in the conflict, Will dodged aside and ran off a few paces. Ascribing this movement to fear, Baizley followed him up impetuously, with oaths and taunts.
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