John of the Woods by Abbie Farwell Brown
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will take your silver, too!"
"Sh! Sh!" commanded the mother. "He shall not find you. Here, take this bag, Gigi. It will be safer with you. And here, creep under my skirts and keep close. He will never guess where you are!" Mother Margherita spread out her generous draperies, which luckily were both long and wide, and Gigi crept under them, being wholly covered. The other boys huddled close, shivering with a not wholly unpleasant excitement. This was an adventure indeed for a holiday! The rider drew nearer and nearer, lashing the poor donkey unmercifully. At last they could see his face, red and lowering. "Halt!" he cried suddenly. "You in the cart there, halt!" V THE HUNCHBACK The oxen stopped. The cart came to a standstill. The boys huddled closer, and Gigi's heart beat like a tambourine. He was sure that Tonio would hear it. "What do you want?" asked Mother Margherita, and her usually kind voice was harsh. "You seem to have a load of young cubs there," shouted Tonio. "Have you got my |
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