. St. Nicholas [serial] . ed. Mr. Cameron looked at his wife. What is he talking about, Jane ? he saidhelplessly. What do you mean, Bobby ? asked his Copyright, 1892, by The Century a lead stump, when he does it first; and its adare stump when he says you cant do it, andyou say you can. I never take a lead stump,and I have nt taken a dare stump this father looked at him severely. Well, I want you to understand, sir, he said,that I m not going to have you jumping offfrom oat-bins, and breaking your nose againstcarriage-poles. I dont want to hear any moreof stumps, or such ridicu
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ed. Mr. Cameron looked at his wife. What is he talking about, Jane ? he saidhelplessly. What do you mean, Bobby ? asked his Copyright, 1892, by The Century a lead stump, when he does it first; and its adare stump when he says you cant do it, andyou say you can. I never take a lead stump,and I have nt taken a dare stump this father looked at him severely. Well, I want you to understand, sir, he said,that I m not going to have you jumping offfrom oat-bins, and breaking your nose againstcarriage-poles. I dont want to hear any moreof stumps, or such ridiculous performances Bobby did nt answer. He looked much de-pressed. All rights reserved. THE BOY WHO WOULD N T BE STUMPED. 564 After his father had left the table, his motherturned to him and said: Now, Bobby, did you hear what papa said ? Yes, he answered impetuously, but, Mama,I cant. I cant be stumped. I have nt beenstumped this year. His mother looked at him thoughtfully. We cant have you running such risks, dear, [JlNE. I GOT HURT, MUTTERED BOBBY. and hurting yourself, perhaps for life. Come up-stairs with me now, and I 11 put some plasteron your nose; and you must try to be morecareful. Mr. Cameron was at his office, and was in her own room, sewing, aboutthe middle of the forenoon, when a little boyrushed in, breathless and excited. He was a neighbors child and Bobbysdearest friend. He was so frightened that hewas quite pale, and his freckles stood out inbold relief, like spatters of mud. Oh, Mrs. Cameron! he gasped, comequick! Bobby s got the door-knob in his mouth,and he cant get it out! The what ? she said, rising hurriedly. The door-knob of the play-room. GeorgeNelson stumped him to put it in his mouth, andBobby tried and tried, and at last he did, andnow he cant get his mouth off! Mrs. Cameron hurried to the scene of the dis- aster. There stood poor Bobby, fastened tothe door, his jaws opened to their utmost capa-city and clinched around the knob. They hadj
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