StNicholas [serial] . ked in vain for a refuse receptacle orash-can. She knew it was not allowed to throwthings in the street, and the cleanly swept pave-ment near the ferries showed no resting-place forthe objectionable box. There were poor-looking people about, butBetty did not care to risk another impertinent 1910.] A LABOR DAY LUNCHEON 1007 refusal. Just as she was about to turn into thelittle office to engage a taxicab, she had a brilliantidea. I 11 go back on the ferry-boat, she thought;I 11 get a ferry ticket and go through the slipand onto the boat. Then I can throw the old boxinto the
StNicholas [serial] . ked in vain for a refuse receptacle orash-can. She knew it was not allowed to throwthings in the street, and the cleanly swept pave-ment near the ferries showed no resting-place forthe objectionable box. There were poor-looking people about, butBetty did not care to risk another impertinent 1910.] A LABOR DAY LUNCHEON 1007 refusal. Just as she was about to turn into thelittle office to engage a taxicab, she had a brilliantidea. I 11 go back on the ferry-boat, she thought;I 11 get a ferry ticket and go through the slipand onto the boat. Then I can throw the old boxinto the water, and come off the boat again beforeit starts. Yes, a taxicab, please, said Betty to the kind-faced official in charge, and then, To the Wal-dorf, she said, as she got into the vehicle. Shefelt very capable and grown-up, as she settledherself in the broad seat, and noticed with satis-faction that the shower was almost over. But, just as the driver was about to start, avoice called, Hi! hold on there! and running. /> RUNNING TOWARD THE CAB CAME A DECK-HAND FROMTHE FERRY-BOAT, CARRYING THAT BOX ! This seemed a really good plan, and with risingspirit Betty paid her pennies and went on theboat. She had ample time, as the boat had justarrived and would not go out again for severalminutes. On the upper deck Betty walked to theextreme end, and stood looking over into thewater. It seemed an awful pity to waste thatlovely luncheon, but it was getting late, and itwas now raining quite steadily. Good-by, then, pretty little tarts and jolly goodchicken ! said Betty, and she pushed the box overthe rail. Then she hurried back to the busy street andstarted to look again for the cab-stand. toward the cab came a deck-hand from the ferry-boat, carrying that box! I seen you! he cried to Betty, in jubilanttones; I seen you get on the boat, and then Iseen you drop this box. I wuz on the lower deck,an I jest caught it! It dropped out of my hand,and the corners is smashed some, but I saved i
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