Monthly Archives: August 2006

“I reckon so,” murmured Clint. “I’m willing, anyway, sir.”

place on the second–” He shook his head ruefully “That’s a good afternoon’s work,” he reflected, “but if it’s lost me a place on the second–” He shook his head ruefully. Then he smiled.

distance The next play struck the centre and piled through Peters for the distance. An end run, with Carmine carrying the ball, was spoiled by Turner. Then came another attack on the left. Clint, playing a half-yard outside the opposing … Continue reading →

“About five miles, by road,” said the youth. “Maybe less if you cross over there and hit the trolley line. Say, if you get over there you might catch a car. What time is it?”

“Really?” Clint asked eagerly.

“Jolly adventures!” grunted Clint. “Don’t talk rot!”

“I’d rather wait until I get my breakfast,” Clint replied. “I wonder when we get a train for Brimfield. I reckon they don’t run very often on Sundays.”

song and dance to Josh!”

Penny looked blank for an instant. Then a slow smile lighted his face and he nodded vehemently.

hear the remonstrances at first, and it was not until some impatient neighbour sallied forth and pounded frantically at the portal of Number 13 that the wailing ceased But Pennington Durkin was making too much noise on his instrument to … Continue reading →