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. St. Nicholas [serial]. ioning way that some-what abashed the small newsdealer. Your father is a most remarkably wise andvirtuous man, said the old gentleman, smilinga trifle unpleasantly with the upper corner ofhis mouth, as he laid a quarter in Bobbyshand. There was not a great deal of news inyesterdays edition. Bobbys face fell. Itwas very good what there was of it, but therewas not very much of it. Oh, but they all lived happy ever after,sir ! said Bobby, eagerly, and surely that ssomething. They all lived happy ever after. BOBBY S NEWSPAPER 246 The old gentleman stared at him again. What
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ioning way that some-what abashed the small newsdealer. Your father is a most remarkably wise andvirtuous man, said the old gentleman, smilinga trifle unpleasantly with the upper corner ofhis mouth, as he laid a quarter in Bobbyshand. There was not a great deal of news inyesterdays edition. Bobbys face fell. Itwas very good what there was of it, but therewas not very much of it. Oh, but they all lived happy ever after,sir ! said Bobby, eagerly, and surely that ssomething. They all lived happy ever after. BOBBY S NEWSPAPER 246 The old gentleman stared at him again. What is the name of this remarkable father ofyours, son ? he asked. My papas name is John Doran, sir, an-swered Bobby. He s a — But the old gentleman had whirled upon hisheel, and was a dozen paces up the street, hur-rying away into the crowd. I 11 have to make him another paper, papa,said Bobby, that night, for he did not take theone I had, he was in such a hurry ; and now itis old, and Joseph crumpled it. He left a [)?. ERE HE GOES ! quarter for it, so you 11 let me make another forhim, wont you ? Certainly, said Mr. Doran. Never takemoney for goods that you dont deliver. Thatis not honest business. So Bobby made a paper with an illuminatedback — a yellow sun, with a multitude of orangerays, rising from a brick-red sea across two pur-ple hills, with amazing grass along their this striking scene were trees, and below,just for good measure, he marked with all thecolors that he had until the paper was full to theedge. Then he wrote busily for half an hour. But in the morning, when he waited upon thesteps, the old gentleman went up the other sideof the street and did not look across. Oh,Joseph, Joseph ! cried Bobby, running into thehall. He went right past and never came atall. Do take it after him. See, Joseph ! Therehe goes; the tall old gentleman with the whitehair and the stiff back. He will take it. And he did. The old gentleman looked at the slip of paperin his
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