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"I want a certificate." "Of what?" "Ill health. Nobody believes I had the smallpox." "You didn't." "Wh-what?" Tom's eyes opened wide. He stared at the girl in hurt surprise. "It was nothing but pimples, Tom." "Pimples!" He spat the word out indignantly, and his round cheeks grew purple. "I I s'pose pimples gave me cramps and chills and backache and palpitation and swellings! Hunh!
Now, you are ready to grasp at anything I suggest rather than let me know the real facts of the case. So I am justified in thinking it's something pretty bad. What is it, child? Don't be afraid of me. Did you run away from home?" "Oh, no!" Azalea looked frightened. Then she burst into tears. "Wh-what makes you think I'm doing wrong?" she sobbed; "I'm not, I'm oh, I'm all right!"
"Wh-what did she mean?" she stammered. "I do not know the young lady," said Garth sadly. "Good land, man!" screamed Mrs. Pink. "Why didn't you say so at first?" Garth Pevensey was a reporter on the New York Leader.
It was not till they turned the corner that brought the familiar platform in view, that they received their first surprise. The station was fairly thronged with people! "Wh-what is it?" stammered Betty, rubbing her eyes to make sure she was not dreaming. "Is everybody in Deepdale going away?" added Mollie, her eyes big with wonder.
Still, Constance's warning had been sufficient to prevent any damage to the sight, and she slowly recovered. Actually, the burning powder seemed to be sinking into the very steel of the safe itself, as if it had been mere ice! Was it an optical illusion, a freak of her sight? "Wh-what is it!" she whispered in awe, drawing closer to her friend.
"Yes," she said, looking at him suddenly with the gleam of laughter in her eyes, although she was on the verge of tears. "Wh-what?" Jethro demanded. "Well," said Cynthia, demurely gazing down at her ankles, "shoes and stockings." The barefooted days had long gone by. Jethro laughed. Perhaps some inkling of her reasons came to him, for he had a strange and intuitive understanding of her.
Even Grizel got behind Tommy, and perhaps it was this that gave him spunk to say tremulously, "Wh-what are you doing her?" "I have come," replied the ruddy Pretender, "to defy you, ay, proud Sandys, to challenge thee to the deed thou pratest of. I go from here to my Lair. Follow me, if thou darest!"
"We'll git one. Might app'int Will, there, only he don't seem to want to get mixed up in it." "There's the agent," cried the judge, holding out the appointment to Jethro. "Wh-what?" ejaculated Lem. Jethro took the appointment, and put it in his cowhide wallet. "Be you the agent?" demanded the amazed stage driver.
"Wh-what, sir!" stammered the marine sentry, presenting arms. "Where did this boy come from?" demanded the Naval officer. "I I don't " began the sentry, but his superior, leaving him, rushed to the flagstaff. "Sentry, what were you doing? What was everyone else doing?" cried the gunboat's commander. "Did you think it a part of our cruise to serve as mooring for stray torpedo boats?
"Wh-what are yuh tryin' t' hand us, anyhow," demanded Chip. "Do yuh really mean he's the same Wilson thet won the big Marathon race?" "Straight goods," answered Dick; "if you don't believe it, ask Melton." "Whoop-ee!" yelled Sandy, throwing his sombrero high in the air and catching it deftly as it descended. "No wonder he seemed so confident when he offered to run fer us.
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