“I reckon so,” murmured Clint
Tuesday August 22nd 2006, 9:00 pm
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“I reckon so,” murmured Clint. “I’m willing, anyway, sir.”



“That’s a good afternoon’s work,” he reflected, “but if it’s lost me a
Tuesday August 22nd 2006, 4:59 am
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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.



The next play struck the centre and piled through Peters for the
Monday August 21st 2006, 5:00 pm
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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 end, watched the ball snapped and sensed the play.



“About five miles, by road,” said the youth
Monday August 21st 2006, 11:00 am
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“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
Monday August 21st 2006, 12:59 am
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“Really?” Clint asked eagerly.



“Jolly adventures!” grunted Clint
Sunday August 20th 2006, 7:00 pm
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“Jolly adventures!” grunted Clint. “Don’t talk rot!”



“I’d rather wait until I get my breakfast,” Clint replied
Sunday August 20th 2006, 3:00 pm
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“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.”



“And now,” said Amy brightly, “all we’ve got to do is to give our little
Saturday August 19th 2006, 5:00 pm
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song and dance to Josh!”



Penny looked blank for an instant
Saturday August 19th 2006, 1:00 pm
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Penny looked blank for an instant. Then a slow smile lighted his face
and he nodded vehemently.



But Pennington Durkin was making too much noise on his instrument to
Friday August 18th 2006, 8:59 pm
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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
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. Then,