The Boys of Bellwood School by Frank V. Webster
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"Oh, Frank, what is it?" she chattered.
"I didn't find out, but I'm going to," he announced, as he hurried on to his room. "Is--is it coming here?" "Is what coming here?" "The--the--whatever it is." "It hasn't hurt us any, has it? And I don't think it will." Frank got back to the road ten minutes later and started on a run toward the town. Taking the middle of the road, he nearly bumped into a man where the highway turned. "Hi, there!" challenged the latter. "Hello!" responded Frank, recognizing a truck gardner who lived just beyond the Jordan place. "What's happened, Daley?" "Old Dobbins' house." "What, the one they're moving?" "Yes. It broke loose from its bearings and has rolled right back to where it stood." "You don't say so?" exclaimed Frank, with something of a shock. |
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