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"We are thorry to thay," explained the editor of the Skedunk Weekly News, "that our compothing-room wath entered lath night by thome unknown thcoundrel, who thtole every 'eth' in the ethtablithment, and thucceeded in making hith ethcape undetected. "The motive of the mithcreant doubtleth wath revenge for thome thuppothed inthult.
"Cray," said John Mortimer, observing the boy's wan appearance, "how could you think of sitting up so late?" "Why, the thupper wath on purpoth for him," exclaimed Johnnie. "We gave it in hith honour, ath a mark of thympathy." "Because he was burnt out," said Gladys. "Papa, did you know? his tutor's house was burnt down, and the boys had to escape in the night."
The purple cherub raised his head and opening one fat hand displayed a small carved bear of Swiss manufacture. "He thaid it could be my bear for alwayth," he declared triumphantly. "What did Arthur say when you walked into his room?" asked Dorothy. "He laughed so hard I wath going to come away, but he called me back." "Girls, he laughed," repeated Charlotte impressively.
Is you goin' t' take un? "'I wathn't thinkin' o' that, says she. 'I wathn't thinkin' o' not. I wath jutht, says she, 'wonderin'. "'They isn't no sense in that, Liz, says I. 'You just wait an' find out. "'What'th hith name? says she. "'Shoos, says I. 'Moses Shoos. "With that she up with her pinny an' begun t' cry like a young swile. "'What you cryin' for, Liz? says I.
"But it wath a great lark," observed Johnnie, "and he knowth he thought tho." "Yes," said Crayshaw, folding his hands with farcical mock meekness, "but I saved hardly anything nothing whatever, in fact, but my Yankee accent, and that only by taking it between my teeth." "There was not enough of it to be worth saving, my dear boy," said Brandon.
"No doubt," said the Deacon gravely "no doubt. But it wath scarcely that I wath thinking of. Yah!" he grinned, "thith would have been a thlap in the face till him!" Wylie looked at him for a while with a white scunner in his face. He wore the musing and disgusted look of a man whose wounded mind retires within itself to brood over a sight of unnatural cruelty.
Oh, it wath funny!" Tommy laughed merrily. "Grace Thompson! I am amazed!" exclaimed Miss Elting. "Tho wath Mr. Januth. But I'm thorry, now. I won't do it again, if you won't make fatheth at me." "Well, I swum! Shake, little pardner! You got the best of Janus Grubb that time, but his time will come." "You've got to promithe," insisted Tommy. "All right. I promise." "Tho do I."
She thayth you were left when a child lying round, jutht ath promithcuouthly ath she wath; and if I can do anything towardth putting you on the trail of your people, I'll do it. I know thome of the voyageurth who traded with the Cherokeeth, and your father wath one wasn't he?" He glanced at Low's utterly abstracted and immobile face. "I thay, you don't theem to take a hand in thith game, pardner.
Why do you ask?" answered Miss Elting smilingly. "I jutht wanted to know. I'll walk, thank you, Mith Elting. You thay it ith a Democrat wagon?" "Yes, yes. What of it?" "I wouldn't ride in a Democrat wagon. My father would dithown me if I did! If it wath a Republican wagon, now, it would be all right but a Democrat wagon thave me!" "You surely are a loyal little Republican, Tommy.
"That be d d," he responded quickly. "Jutht thay you'll come, Tita, and" She stopped his half-spoken sentence with a negative gesture. "You don't understand. I shall stay here." "But even if they don't theek you here, you can't live here forever. The friend that you wrote about who wath tho good to you, you know, can't keep you here alwayth; and are you thure you can alwayth trutht her?"
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