Roy Blakeley by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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"G--o--o--d night!" I said; "it was a kind of a pale white."
"And I dare say," Mr. Ellsworth said, all the while slapping me on the shoulder, "that our deep-dyed villain is going to prove a very good friend." "Even if you're deep-dyed," said Pee-wee, "sometimes the colors will run and you won't be so deep-dyed after all. My sister had a skirt and she dyed it a deep--" Honest, that kid is a scream. CHAPTER IV THE PLOT GROWS THINNER--OR ELSE THICKER Pee-wee says it grows thicker and I say it grows thinner, so I put it both ways. I told him things would begin to stir up in this chapter and he said a thing always gets thicker when you stir it. I should worry. "Suppose we should go boating or something like that where there's a lot of water," I told him; "that would thin it some if you added water wouldn't it?" "You're crazy," he shouted. |
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