Excerpt: ... pushing her in, locked the door after her. "Stay there till you know how to behave," she said. "How did you manage to come it over her family?" inquired Dick. His wife gave substantially the account with which the reader is already familiar. "Pretty well done, old woman!" exclaimed Dick, approvingly. "I always said you was a deep un. ...
Excerpt: ... pushing her in, locked the door after her. "Stay there till you know how to behave," she said. "How did you manage to come it over her family?" inquired Dick. His wife gave substantially the account with which the reader is already familiar. "Pretty well done, old woman!" exclaimed Dick, approvingly. "I always said you was a deep un. I always says, if Peg can't find out how a thing is to be done, then it can't be done, nohow." "How about the counterfeit coin?" she asked. "We're to be supplied with all we can put off, and we are to have half for our trouble." "That is good. When the girl, Ida, gets a little tamed down, we'll give her something to do." "Is it safe? Won't she betray us?" "We'll manage that, or at least I will. I'll work on her fears, so she won't any more dare to say a word about us than to cut her own head off." "All right, Peg. I can trust you to do what's right." Ida sank down on the floor of the closet into which she had been thrust. Utter darkness was around her, and a darkness as black seemed to hang over all her prospects of future happiness. She had been snatched in a moment from parents, or those whom she regarded as such, and from a comfortable and happy, though humble home, to this dismal place. In place of the kindness and indulgence to which she had been accustomed, she was now treated with harshness and cruelty. CHAPTER XVII SUSPENSE "It doesn't, somehow, seem natural," said the cooper, as he took his seat at the tea table, "to sit down without Ida. It seems as if half the family were gone." "Just what I've said to myself twenty times to-day," remarked his wife. "Nobody can tell how much a child is to them till they lose it." "Not lose it," corrected Jack. "I didn't mean to say that." "When you used that word, mother, it made me feel just as if Ida wasn't coming back." "I don't know why it is," said Mrs. Harding, thoughtfully, "but I've had that same feeling several times today. I've felt just as if something or other...
Fair. New York, 1911. Reading copy; illustrated brown cloth-covered boards; boards soiled and worn; front hinge broken; poor binding; owner's inscription on front pastedown; endpapers taped along hinge; early pages loose or detached; illustrated frontispiece; unmarked text; 12mo-over 6 3/4"-7 3/4" Tall; 164 pages.
Fair. Good copy for reading, may have heavy page wear with writing textual notes highlighting or be an heavily used ex library copy with library markings, stickers or stamps. Dust jacket or accessories may not be included.
Fair. Illustrated cloth (golfing boy), 164pp. Another novel of pluck, derring, and optimism by one of America's most popular writers of fiction for boys. As Is. Cloth somewhat faded and soiled. Pages yellowed with a few stains. Binding cracked but still holding. Something of a reading copy.
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