. The Saturday evening post. is coffee cup. He had never noticed whaa chip of the old block he was until thismorning. That was great stuff! he said. Greatstuff! Then fearing that someone mightaccuse him of emotionalism, he added: Idont see why you didnt save somethingworth while when you were at it. If I werethat fellows father hed never pass a cigarstore again without a scream of pain. $ Beany swallowed his breakfast withgreat gulps. In honor of the occasion hewas allowed an unlimited supply of griddlecakes. He waved them away, however,after the third helping and rose from thetable. Why, your
. The Saturday evening post. is coffee cup. He had never noticed whaa chip of the old block he was until thismorning. That was great stuff! he said. Greatstuff! Then fearing that someone mightaccuse him of emotionalism, he added: Idont see why you didnt save somethingworth while when you were at it. If I werethat fellows father hed never pass a cigarstore again without a scream of pain. $ Beany swallowed his breakfast withgreat gulps. In honor of the occasion hewas allowed an unlimited supply of griddlecakes. He waved them away, however,after the third helping and rose from thetable. Why, youre not going to schoolyet, are you? asked his surprised half an hour early. Its a good thing to be early, saidBeany virtuously. A few moments later he and Gangle-shanks, who had never been known to beon time before in the history of the school,sat on the front steps and said good morn-ing to the first pupil to appear. And nevera twinge of conscience and never a doubt asto their worthiness shook their THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 167 What is the secret of loin a tire, anyhow?
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