In Camp on the Big Sunflower by Lawrence J. Leslie
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page 59 of 141 (41%)
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"Oh, I should say half an hour or so. I happened to look that way and got quite a start, because at first I thought it was somebody watching us. Then when I saw how Bandy-legs had fixed it on the bush I had to laugh." "Mebbe the wind carried it away," suggested Steve. "That's so; I never once thought of that," ejaculated the puzzled one, eagerly clutching at a straw that promised to explain the mystery. "How about it, Max?" asked Steve. "Well, your idea sounds all right, Steve, but unfortunately it has one weak place." "As what, now?" asked Bandy-legs. "Why, there hasn't been a breath of wind all the morning," Max went on, with a chuckle. "I remember wishing it would come up, for the sun was sure something fierce when we were wading about, looking for clams." "You're right, Max," called out Owen, who could easily hear all that was said, "no breeze ever carried that cap away, and I know it." "What did, then?" demanded Bandy-legs, bent on getting some sort of solution to the puzzle. "This old country must be hoaxed or bewitched, I guess," grumbled Steve. "Things just seem able to disappear without anybody taking 'em. First we had to lose our bully little pearl that just took my eye; and now even a ragged old cap has to walk off by itself." |
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