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Chapman, Allen [pseud.]

"Or Winning the Ferberton Prize"

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"No, I'll get along somehow without it," answered Bob. "But maybe
Jimmy would like to hear it. Have you tried it on him?"
"No, and what's more, I'm not going to. I've lost my confidence in
that story now. I guess it can't be so good after all."
"Probably not," agreed Bob gravely.
"Oh, get out!" cried Herb. "I'm going home!" and he departed
indignantly, slamming the door behind him.


CHAPTER XIX
A SPLENDID INSPIRATION

"Say, fellows, I've been thinking about something," said Bob
seriously, so seriously, in fact, that the three boys who had been
lolling on the grass turned over and regarded him with interest.
"Gosh, did you hear what he said?" asked Herb, with a grin. "He's
got an idea, fellows. Hold your hats, I bet it's a bear."
"Spill it, Bob," came from Jimmy, lazily.
"Gee, he sure is a wonder, that boy," said Joe, regarding his friend
admiringly. "I've never known him to run out of ideas yet. Not but
what some of 'em are rotten," he added, grinning. The next minute
he dodged a clump of moist earth thrown his way by the good-natured
Bob, the result being that the missile landed square upon Jimmy's
unoffending head.
The boys roared while poor Jimmy patiently brushed the dirt off,
inquiring in injured accents what the big idea was, anyway.
"Good work, fellows," crowed Herb joyfully.


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