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On the left bank of the brook was David, next him to the left Obadiah Button, then Andy, beyond him Seth Muggs, and finally Jamie. This placed Jamie on the extreme left flank, in accordance with Doctor Joe's suggestion, and the farthest from David and the brook.
In the course of these excursions they took occasion to visit Let-in-Cove, which lay just outside Grampus River, where the new lumber camps were situated, and also Snug Cove and Tuggle Bight, a little farther on. At Let-in-Cove Peter and Lige Sparks, at Snug Cove Obadiah Button and Micah Dunk, and at Tuggle Bight Seth Muggs were enlisted in the scout troop, and a handbook left at each place.
The-ball-of-your-foot squeak!" "Well, that's a good one! The-ball-of-me-foot squeak!" "Everybody tiptoeing! Muggs! Somebody's stocking feet! Monkey's. Steps that aren't honest. All on my ceiling. Monkey never ought to have rented a room in a respectable house like Mrs. Granady's. Nobody but genteel young fellows holding down genteel jobs ever had that room before. Monkey passing himself off as Mr.
Muggs never came near me with that character of yours," said the farmer. "No, sir," answered the boy, "I didn't ask him to." "Why not?" inquired the farmer. "Well, I told him who it was that wanted it" the boy hesitated. "Well?" demanded the farmer, impatiently. "Well, then, he told me yours," explained the boy.
Horns and whistles and drums united in a deafening blast, and if thanks did not come easily to the lips of boys, noise did. Nor could Muggs at any time thereafter be separated from a shoulder drum upon which he had beaten with insane and single-minded concentration even after the din was past and a hungry hint of breakfast in the air. Lacking one outlet of expression he had seized upon another.
Ain't I schemed enuff to git ye here? Huh? Wanta be sent home huh?" Muggs ducked beneath the blankets with a shivering wail. The Log at Dawn In the still, cold corridors of a farmhouse, with frost-jungles clouding every window pane and a zero-dark outside, the cry of "Merry Christmas!" is most at home.
And then as Muggs was at the climax of one of the spasms that had won her her name, the Doctor suddenly lifted her in gentle arms and tossed her to the ceiling. "Poor, poor little kiddy!" he said huskily. "What a price she's paid for her Christmas." But Muggs had forgotten the price. Though it had been a hard day the Doctor's eyes were kind and twinkly.
Muggs Towers sneaking up to Monkey's room in that messenger boy's suit he keeps wearing all the time now. He's no more messenger boy than I am. Getaway, tell me, you and Muggs up in Monkey's room so often? Footsteps up there! Yours!" "Gawalmighty! Now it's my footsteps!" "I know them! Up in Monkey's room, right over mine. I know how you sneak up there evenings after you leave me.
But Muggs inimitable workman his small face partially obscured by the biggest apple in the basket, had not yet spoken, and Jim, the shy, sullen little boy to whom Roger had taken a fancy because he was lame, had met the Doctor's eyes but once, and then with a rush of color.
No call for pills came that night from Muggs, asleep in a crib that had seen much service. He was awake however long before daylight, trembling with excitement. "Mike, oh Mike!" he called hoarsely. "Wake up. It's Christmas mornin'." Mike, in a big bed with Marty Fay, sat up. "Don't you dare open your mouth to-day!" he cried in blood-thirsty accents, "or Mom Murphy'll git ye surer'n scat.
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