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Updated: June 3, 2025
Benny Thread came out of the school building and locked the door importantly behind him. Several of the curious ones surrounded the little man and tried to get him into conversation upon the subject of the robbery. "No, I can't talk," he said, shaking his head. "I can't, really. The gentlemen of the School Committee have forbidden me. Why only think!
Ee can't be troublin' 'isself about this 'ere bloomin' street every day in the week." There was a sharp knock at the door. "The doctor," she said, as her face dismissed the frolic brightness which had stolen upon it for a moment. "Run away, Benny." Benny opened the door, looked the doctor coolly up and down, and then withdrew to the landing, where his sisters were waiting to play with him.
Boxing, thanks to encouragement from the Colonel and Brown and under the practical doctrine of 'Benny' Thomas, the Battalion pugilist, flourished as never before. Each tour some officers, instead of going to the line, were sent to worship at the shrine of Maxse. The Battalion reached the zenith of its efficiency.
"But I guess Benny will be back on the job in a few days. I might teach him how to do tricks." Raising himself on his elbow, with his head resting on his hand in a careless and comfortable attitude, as though lying under water without breathing were the most natural thing in the world, Joe juggled with three small iron balls, using only one hand.
On the ground by him was a second pack, something in a crash sack; Benny was struggling to lift it to his shoulders. It must be very heavy. Gloria drew back hastily, glancing about her, found the only hiding-place offered, and slipped behind the big rock. Presently Benny came on.
At his side Benny Rudge fidgeted and blinked. By Benny stood that scarecrow of a man, Brail. Close by, interested spectators, were the squat Italian and the man who had brought the "judge" to marry her to Gratton, the leering Steve Jarrold. "More fire, boys," called Brodie. Again his ugly laughter boomed out. "I think I see where he is."
Watkinson, "dear Benny is almost asleep. Shake him up, Christopher. I want him to speak a speech. His school-mistress takes great pains in teaching her little pupils to speak, and stands up herself and shows them how." His mother went to him, took him on her lap, hushed him up, and began to coax him. This done, she stood him on his feet before Mrs.
"I'm ready to give Edna an account of every action of mine beneath her roof." "Very well, my child. I haven't a doubt of it. It's better for you to go back to-night. I'm sure you think so." "Yes, I do think so," replied Sylvia. They were a rather silent party on the homeward way. Dunham sailed the boat. Benny Merritt, fortified with thick slices of Mrs.
"Oh, you kin hold on to me, I s'pose," he said sullenly; "but I don't care if you have got a muscle, and kin stay under water, and play football. Gosh durn you fer makin' her cry, I say." The vim with which Benny exploded his accusation silenced Dunham for a moment, but he did not relax his grasp. "I didn't make her cry," he answered then. "Give you my word, Benny.
"Bet your life we don't, mater," shrugged Fred, carefully avoiding his father's eyes, "after all that grind." "GRIND, Fred?" But Fred had turned away, and did not, apparently, hear his father's grieved question. Mr. Smith learned all about the vacation plans a day or two later from Benny.
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