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Title: Six boys
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Champney, Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Williams), 1850-1922 Merrill, Frank T. (Frank Thayer), b. 1848, ill
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Publisher: Boston, Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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thump me if I did, Bricktopreplied. How is he to know? It isnt much out of theway to your place. We wont stay long, and he neednever know but that you came directly home. * I never deceived father yet, said Bricktop. You need nt deceive any one now. All you vegot to do is not to mention it unless you are asked.He knows you went to the Portrait Party, and it willnever occur to him that you stopped anywhere onthe way home. ** He may not think of it, but mother will. I neversaw anything like mothers for keeping track of fellows.They find out everything. Sister Amy went with theStebbinses, and mother will want to know why I amlater. * I heard your sister say that she was going to stayall night at the Stebbinses ; so there you are all safe.Tell your mother if you want to, but be good enoughnot to mention me ! Percy spoke confidently, for heknew that Bricktop would go with him and wouldkeep silent. They walked through the cemetery, for this wasthe shortest way. The stones gleamed white and
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PERCY AND BRICKTOP HAVING THEIR FORTUNES TOLD. Percys secret. 85 ghostly in the moonhght, and there were mysteriousshadows under the funereal evergreens, which madethem quicken their pace. Percy whistled * LittleAnnie Rooney, making a great show of bravado tokeep up his own courage ; but he was relieved whenthey pushed through the hedge at the rear, and struckout through the underbrush toward the lonely oldhouse on the hillside. A man was sitting on the doorstep smoking. Itwas Joe, Mrs. Harrigans neer-do-weel son. Theywould not have come if they had thought of his beingat home, for they did not care to be associated withhim; but it was too late to retreat now, for he hadseen them and had risen, and was slowly knocking theashes out of his pipe. Percy stated his errand, andthey went into the house. Mrs. Harrigan lighted alamp, and produced a greasy pack of cards, withwhich she proceeded to cast their futures. Shemuttered a quantity of nonsense, — a fair-haired girland a dark-haired gi

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