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?©, Lyda Farrington

"We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses"

"I'm ready," she said; "let's go now."
"Coming, boys?" I asked carelessly.
"Oh, I s'pose we'll _have_ to," answered Paul, sulkily, kicking the leg
of the bench; "and there's my money all gone!"
I was wild to get them home, but I had to wait as patiently as I could
while the boys piled the horrid old fruit into the express wagon--they
wouldn't have left it for anything--and harnessed Major to it with
pieces of twine they had in their pockets; then we started.
We passed the fruitman that had cheated Judge, and Phil said afterwards
that I ought to have stopped and made him give up the bank,--there were
nearly two dollars in it, besides the value of the bank itself, and he
had given the children about ten or fifteen cents' worth of miserable
stuff for it,--but I do hate to fight people, and besides, I was in a
hurry to get home, so I didn't notice him at all.
We went along in pretty good spirits--Major at the head of the
procession--until we got near home; then Kathie asked once or twice,
rather nervously, "What do you suppose Nora'll do to us, Jack?" and the
boys began to lag behind a little. As we turned off the avenue, into our
street, two people came down our stoop--we live near the corner--and
came toward us.


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