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At last they clambered down and wandered along the tow-path, and then suddenly Nancy drew Teddy's attention to his button. 'Why, it's nearly coming off; you'll lose it! she cried. 'I told mother it was getting loose yesterday. She says she is always sewing it on. I think I'll take it right off and put it in my pocket. Whatever should I do if I was to lose it?
But real friendship eventually grew between them, on Teddy's side a sort of big-brother affectionate tutelage and guardianship, and on Puppy's for, though we tried many, we never found any other satisfactory name for him but "Puppy" a reverent admiration and watchful worshipping imitation.
'Tell me the story of the button; I have heard, but have forgotten the details. Teddy's eyes sparkled, and his little head was raised erect again. Slipping off his chair, he stood in front of the rector, and told the oft-repeated tale with dramatic force and effect. Mr.
Now, besides bread and butter, Molly the cook had compounded a delicious dough-cake for them, having plums set in it at signal distances apart, so conspicuous that any one could know they were there without going to the trouble of counting them, which indeed would not have taken long to do, their number being rather limited; and, what with the revulsion of feeling at Teddy's providential escape, and the fact of having papa with them, and all, they were in the very seventh heaven of enjoyment.
He stopped to watch the defeated captain's slow return, the demonstration on the pitch in Teddy's honour; then he touched me on the arm and dropped his voice. "He's forgotten all his troubles now, Bunny, if you like; nothing's going to worry him till lunch, unless he misses a sitting chance. And he won't, you'll see; a good start means even more behind the sticks than in front of 'em."
It was a little old woman, so weazened and brown that she looked more like a dried leaf than anything else. She seated herself on Teddy's knees and gazed down at him solemnly, and she was so light that he felt her weight no more than if she had been a feather. Teddy lay staring at her for a while, and then he asked, "Who are you?"
However, within half-an-hour, Bullard appeared in the hotel doorway, and spoke to a braided personage who promptly whistled for a cab. By the time he was on board, the motor of Teddy's cab was running, the chauffeur in his seat. Presently the two cabs rolled away from their respective pavements. Five minutes later Teddy let out a grunt of disgust.
"They wanted watching," rejoined Miss Belsize dryly. "They followed Mr. Raffles out of the ground!" "So they did!" I reflected aloud in my alarm. "They were following you both when you met us." "The dickens they were! Was that the first you saw of them?" "No; the first time was over there at the nets before play began. I noticed those two men behind Teddy's net.
"Hullo! what are you doing there?" shouted the vicar, quickening his pace. "Don't hurt the poor dog!" To his intense astonishment the boy on the floating substance turned his face towards him, answering his hail promptly with an explanation. "It's Puck, padie, and I ain't hurting him." Both the face and the voice were Teddy's! The vicar was completely astounded.
Her thought that he ought to go to the war made him feel like a renegade; but her claim that he was somehow still English held him in spite of his reason. In the midst of such perplexities he was glad to find one neutral task wherein he could find himself whole-heartedly with and for Cissie. He hunted up the evidence of Teddy's fate with a devoted pertinacity.
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