. Donald and Dorothy . w^as a capital fencer; and,well skilled in the tricks of the art, he had a parry forevery known tln^ust. But Tandys thrusts were more original or unexpected could be conceived ;and every time Dorry cried foul I he redoubled his strokes,taking the word as a sort of applause. For a while, Donaldlaughed so much that he scarcely could defend himself;but, whenever he found that he was growing short ofbreath, he would be in earnest just long enough to astonishhis belligerent foe. At the moment when that livelyyoung duellist flattered himself that he was doing
. Donald and Dorothy . w^as a capital fencer; and,well skilled in the tricks of the art, he had a parry forevery known tln^ust. But Tandys thrusts were more original or unexpected could be conceived ;and every time Dorry cried foul I he redoubled his strokes,taking the word as a sort of applause. For a while, Donaldlaughed so much that he scarcely could defend himself;but, whenever he found that he was growing short ofbreath, he would be in earnest just long enough to astonishhis belligerent foe. At the moment when that livelyyoung duellist flattered himself that he was doing wonders,and pressing the enemy hard, Donald would stop laughingfor a second, make a single sudden pass toward Fandy,with a quick turn of his wrist, and, presto ! the eight-year-old s foil, much to liis amazement, would leave hishand as if by magic, and go spinning across the Fandy, utterly unconscious that this unaccountableaccident was a stroke of art on Donalds part, was not inthe least disconcerted by THH NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY ASrCK, L£NOXTILDEN FOUNDATION DONALD AND DOROTHY ENTERTAIN FANDY. 113 Hello! he would shout, nothing daunted, Ivedropped my soicord ! Wait a minute. Dont hit me yet!And then, picking up his weapon, he would renew theattack with all his little might. At last, Donald, wearying of the sport, relieved himselfof his mask and consulted his watch, a massive but trustysilver affair, which had been worn by his father when aboy. Was Tandy tired ? Xot a bit. Practice had fired hissoul. Come on, Dorothy ! he cried. Pull to-o I Imean, fall to-o ! But Dorry thanked him and declined; whereat a thoughtstruck the young champion. His expression grew fierceand resolute as, seizing the foil with a sterner grip, heturned to Donald. Theres a cat up stairs. I guess its a wild-cat. D you AVANT IT KILLED ? Oh, you little monster! cried Dorry, rushing to thedoor and standing with her back against it. Would youdo such a thing as that ? I w^ould to dfend myself,
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