Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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After some time he seemed to land on an idea, for he beckoned to one of his soldiers with that nail. And when that nail beckoned, it looked like the long claw of a lobster, waving awkwardly back and forth. It would have been funny indeed, if it hadn't been quite so dangerous. Nearby a kite flew high in the air, its string tied to a tea-bush. Choo Choo Choo's servant hauled in the kite and the twine, and one by one the soldiers strung all those pennies, those pennies with holes in them, on the twine, like beads on a string. When they had finished, the string of pennies looked like a great shiny bronze snake coiling back in the road for almost a mile. By this time the great robber chief Choo Choo Choo had begun to notice Marmaduke. "Come here!" he commanded, crooking a fingernail. It was funny how Ping Pong, Sing Song, and Ah See, who were quite honest, spoke broken or Pigeon English, while Choo Choo Choo talked correctly and very politely. Robbers, and burglars too, frequently do that. So you can't always tell a man by his fine language. Marmaduke obeyed. He drew near the palanquin and waited, his heart banging against his ribs. "What are you doing here?" asked Choo Choo Choo. "I want to see China." |
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