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“He’s been back twice,” said Bob, “and I don’t know what to make of it.”,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated.,"Judy likes to see herself go by in the mirror," smiled Elinor leniently. "I suppose that's the literary mind.",“Good work, Bob, my boy! It’s great to see you! Have a good trip? You’ve grown since I saw you—how’re the other fellows? How’s Big Chris?”,In vain Anson declared he didn't know anything to tell. Billy looked at him calmly. "You been follerin' me an' I know it," he said. "Croaker saw you, an' so did Ringdo.",“You say that, do you, John? You think that to be strong is the greatest thing? Possibly it was, in past ages; but in the future, the man with the most love in his heart, the best man, will be the greatest. Remember that, little John Blossom.”,"Simply a letter, your honour, folded into four, without address, written in pencil, and not sealed?" said the hunchback.,“There’s a little secret about work; with grown-ups it is often their play; and they like it.”,“My mama doesn’t believe in public school,” she had announced that first Monday morning; but had gone obediently when Mrs. Bennett decided it best. And the new life, the stimulation of study, the competition in class, her knowledge of books, and the prestige of her story,—these made school a delight, brought a happy light to her eye, a tinge of color to her too fair cheek.,"It sounds like wedding bells to me!" she cried, gayly. "You and I don't hear alike, Ju. It sounds like wedding bells, and commencement essays, and checks for stories, and—and—and——",A real love-letter ought to be like a cream puff with a drop of dynamite in it. Alfred's was that kind. I felt warm and happy down to my toes as I read it, and I turned round so that old Lilac Bush couldn't peep over my shoulder at what he said.,She opened the bookcase and there saw a book on which was written in letters of gold:—.