reet with it
and up the steps of Mrs. Anderson's house.
She had to wait a few minutes for some one to answer the doorbell and
a few minutes longer were required to explain to Mrs. Anderson's
sister, who had not been at home that morning when the twins called,
and then Meg ran back to rejoin Bobby.
"What are you doing, peddling cats?" asked Charlie disagreeably.
"We're not drowning them," Bobby replied.
"Think you're smart, don't you?" said Charlie. "Well, Bobby Blossom,
you're not so smart as you seem to think--catch me, if you can," and
he made a dive at the little basket in which Meg had carried the
kittens.
He twisted it from her hands and shot off down the street, Bobby after
him. But Charlie had a good start and as the pavement was cement and
exceptionally smooth, he seemed to be having things his own way for
the first two blocks. Then he turned his head to see how close Bobby
was and an ash box tripped him.
"Go away!" he whined as Bobby caught up with him, Meg following
closely on his heels. "Go away--don't you dare touch me!"
Bobby leaned over him and took the basket, handing it to Meg.
"You get up and let me punch you!" he said hotly, but Charlie was in
no haste to get to his feet.
"Let me alone," he cried. "You let me alone and I'll tell you
something, Bobby! Honest I will. I'll tell you who spilled the ink on
Miss Mason's book."
Meg heard and almost dropped her basket.
CHAPTER XVIII
TIM ROON IS FOUND OUT
Bobby continued to stand over Charlie Black, ready to pounce on him
should he try to jump and run.
"Honest, Bobby," Charlie whined again. "I'll tell you who spoiled the
book."
"Well, who did?" demanded Bobby gruffly.
"You won't hit me? Promise," said Charlie, very much frightened.
"All right, I won't hit you," promised Bobby. "Who did it? You?"
Charlie Black scrambled to his feet.
"I'll get killed if I'm found out," he declared, "but Tim Roon did it,
Bobby. I saw him. He spilled ink all over it, 'cause he was sore at
Miss Mason. An' he wouldn't let me tell."
Bobby and Meg were so excited that they hardly knew when Charlie Black
skated away, after insisting that Tim Roon would certainly murder him
if he ever discovered that he had told the secret.
"Tell? Of course we'll tell everybody," said Meg, dancing along beside
Bobby, who had taken the box from her again. "Oh, hurry up, Bobby.
You're so slow, and we must let Mother know."
At home the news was rec
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