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Then, facing it about, "Here's Mister Perkins come t' see y'," he announced, and sent the chair rolling gayly to the middle of the room, while Grandpa shouted as gleefully as a child, and swayed himself against the strand of rope that held him in place. "Niaggery! Niaggery!" he begged. "Sh! sh! Mister Barber's asleep!" "Sh! sh!" echoed the old man. "Tommie's asleep! Tommie's asleep!
Doubly relieved by the fit and the bleeding, Tommie's spirits had revived; and he and Isabel had just begun their game when Moody looked into the room, charged with his terrible errand. "You're burning, Tommie, you're burning!" cried the girl, laughing and clapping her hands. The next moment she happened to look round and saw Moody through the parted curtains.
They just traded places." "Like puss-in-the-corner," said Rose, who had followed her mother and father to the other end of the room. "That's it," agreed Daddy Bunker. "I'm sorry you were frightened about your little boy," he went on to Tommie's mother. "We didn't know we had him." "And I didn't know I had yours," she said with a smile.
Now all novelties, even talking cats, soon cease to be novelties, and towards afternoon when the villagers saw how much of their money lay at Tommie's feet, some of them began to be discontented. Of these the tanner was the ringleader, and he said to the other grumblers, "If we can get that lying cat off the pump, we can then take his money.
Tommie's home!" piped up old Grandpa, suddenly waking from his morning nap, and evidently not happy over his discovery. "My name is Perkins," said the scoutmaster to Barber. He spoke courteously, but there was no cringing in his manner. "Perkins, huh?" returned Barber, grinning. He was so close to the other that they all but touched. "And when did the cat bring you in?"
So if the rain drop doesn't fall out of bed, and stub its toe on the rocking chair, which might make it so lame that it couldn't dance, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Tommie's kite. "Uncle Wiggily, have you anything special to do today?" asked Tommie Kat, the little kitten boy, one morning as he knocked on the door of the hollow stump bungalow, where Mr.
"Tommie's was a yaller automobile." "Why'd you have pictures?" asked Jimmie. "I were going on eleven, but I couldn't read," Cissy confessed. Rose-Ellen patted Jimmie stealthily and didn't tell Cissy that he was going on ten and couldn't read either. Cissy went on with her tale of the Center. There was toothbrush and wash-up drill. There were clean play-suits that churches had sent from far cities.
Tommie rolled over on his back more slowly than usual, in consequence of his luncheon in the tent. He elevated his four paws in the air and looked lazily at Isabel out of his bright brown eyes. If ever a dog's look spoke yet, Tommie's look said, "I have eaten too much; rub my stomach."
Tommie's asleep! That's what I always say to mother. Tommie's asleep!" Johnnie came to the wheel chair. Then, for the first time in all the years he had spent in the flat, the tender love he felt for Grandpa fairly pulled his young arms about those stooped old shoulders; and he dropped his yellow head till it touched the white one. Tears were in his eyes, but somehow he was not ashamed of them.
For guinea pigs have no tails, you know, though if you ask me why I can't tell you. Some kites do have tails, though, and others do not. Anyhow, Tommie's kite, without a tail, was soon finished, and then he and Uncle Wiggily went to a clear, open place in the fields, near the woods, to fly it.
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