O, say, Bob, my
lacrosse stick is up in my room! You go and bring it down, I am so awfully
busy."
Bobby ran eagerly up the stairs. He always went on errands for his big
brother very willingly, but this time he made special haste; for a hope was
entering his heart that perhaps Hal would take him to see the match.
"Mother!" he cried, poking his head out to the shady front veranda where
his mother and aunt sat sewing, "Hal's going to the commons; may I go too?"
His mother looked up from her sewing rather doubtfully.
"O, I really don't know, dearie!" she began.
"O, let the poor wee man go!" pleaded Aunt Kate. when she saw the look of
disappointment on Bobby's round face. "Hal will take care of him."
"Well, keep near Hal, Bobby. I don't like your crossing the railroad
track."
Bobby bounded out to the back yard in high glee, waving the lacrosse stick.
"Mother says I can go, too," he shouted, jumping down the steps in a manner
that made Tiger and Topsy rise up indignantly and move to one side.
"O pshaw!" cried his brother, hammering a nail rather viciously. "What do
you always want to follow me round for?"
"O, can't I go?" cried the little fellow, in distress.
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