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The hound in the red jersey.
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"Well,Ihaveapigeon,then;atleastDaddytoldmetheydid.Onlyitwasundertheirwingsandnotroundtheirnecks,butitcomestothesamething,and—"
"Isay,"interruptedBobbie,"there’stobeapaperchaseto-morrow."
"Who?"Peterasked.
"GrammarSchool.Perksthinkstheharewillgoalongbythelineatfirst.Wemightgoalongthecutting.Youcanseealongwayfromthere."
Thepaperchasewasfoundtobeamoreamusingsubjectofconversationthanthereadingpowersofswallows.Bobbiehadhopeditmightbe.AndnextmorningMotherletthemtaketheirlunchandgooutforthedaytoseethepaperchase.
"Ifwegotothecutting,"saidPeter,"weshallseetheworkmen,evenifwemissthepaperchase."
Ofcourseithadtakensometimetogetthelineclearfromtherocksandearthandtreesthathadfallenonitwhenthegreatlandsliphappened.Thatwastheoccasion,youwillremember,whenthethreechildrensavedthetrainfrombeingwreckedbywavingsixlittlered-flannel-petticoatflags.Itisalwaysinterestingtowatchpeopleworking,especiallywhentheyworkwithsuchinterestingthingsasspadesandpicksandshovelsandplanksandbarrows,whentheyhavecinderyredfiresinironpotswithroundholesinthem,andredlampshangingneartheworksatnight.
