Part 7 (2/2)
”Excuse eboro?”
”Yes, we did,” said a o back; there's a e here which says so”
”Back to Bennett's? Really?”
”I'll read it to you,” said the boy in the white sweater
He held a slip of yellow paper down in front of one of the acetylene headlights, and read,
”Stop all autos, send car with young folks back to Bennett's, sure”
(He did not read the last three words on the paper)
”Did you _ever_ in _all_ your _life_ know anything so perfectly extraordinary?” said a girl
”You can turn better right up there,” said Westy He was a quiet, uncoate when the car returned, and the two boys standing in the shadow across the way, saw the party go up the drive and disappear into the house; there was still plenty of tiram
They never kneas said on the subject of the sign and the raht They played ”Think of a Nuot the button?” and wore tissue-paper caps which caers and macaroons and chicken salad
When Connover went to bed, exhausted but happy, Mrs Bennett tripped softly in to say good-night to hi thea little at the top”
”Isn't itherself for a ht here than to be tra your clothing all filled with snals, or whatever they call thehts, like that Blakeley boy up on the hill? It's just a foolish, senseless piece of business, taking a boy's thoughts away froood can ever come of it”
CHAPTER VI
HITTING THE BULL'S EYE
What did Toht's sleep he ever had? He went to Mrs O'Connor's, where he kneelcome, and washed his face and hands More than that, he attended to his lessons in school that day, to the teacher's astonishht? Not much! But because he was anxious not to be kept in that afternoon for he wanted to go down and peek through the fence of Temple's lot, to see if there were any et a squint at Mr Ellsworth and Westy
In short, To; he could not escape it now He had thrown it off once before, but that was a milder dose As luck would have it, that very afternoon he had an aave hiood turn”
idea, and a fresh glimpse of the character of Roy Blakeley
Inside Te forth in archery practice and Toh a knothole and later ventured to a better view-point on top of the fence
When any sort of ga on it is absolutely necessary to the boy beholder that he pick some favorite who Roy out as the object of his preference
It was not a bad choice As Roy stood sideways to the target, his feet firmly planted, one bared brown ar bow, and the other, bent but still horizontal, holding the arrow in the straining cord, he made an attractive picture
”Here's where I take the pupil out of the Bull's-eye,” he said, and the arro entirely free of the target
”No sooner said than stung!” shouted Pee-wee Harris