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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...and scd, 45 stil 'gciziq set auti: "sien, jaj 'hsevn oil kaindz a fAn wit mi, 'emt$a? wel, 'wat$u--'eniHin ju sei kAts no ais wit mii." Artie and Claudie "Where's he at?" repeated th... More

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...and scd, 45 stil 'gciziq set auti: "sien, jaj 'hsevn oil kaindz a fAn wit mi, 'emt$a? wel, 'wat$u--'eniHin ju sei kAts no ais wit mii." Artie and Claudie "Where's he at?" repeated the messenger boy... When he asked "Where's he at?" he pronounced it "where 'ce," and in all his subsequent talk he gave the "s" a soft and hissing sound well prolonged, to the evident enjoyment of Artie and the mild wonderment of Miller. "Where's who at?" demanded Artie, adopting a frown and a harsh manner. "W'y, t'e four-eyed nobs dat sent me out on t'e Sout' Side." "Are you the same little boy? Wouldn't that frost you, though, Miller? This is little Bright-eyes that took the note for Hall." "Aw, what's eatin' you?" asked the boy, giving a warlike curl to the corner of his mouth. "Oh, ow! listen to that. I'll bet you're the toughest boy that ever happened. What you been doin' all day--playin' marbles for keeps or standin' in front o' one o' them dime museeums?" "Aw, say; you t'ink you're fly. Dat young feller sent me all t'e way to forty-free ninety-free Calla-met av'noo. I couldn't get back no sooner." "Who was it the note was to?" "His rag, I guess." "Oh--h--h--h! His rag! What do you think o' that, Miller? Ain't this boy a bird! Can you beat him? Can you tie him? Boy, you're all right." "So are you--dat is, from y'r head up." "An' the feet down, huh? You're one o' them 'Hully chee, Chonny,' boys, ain't you? You're so tough they couldn't dent you with an axe." "Is dat so--o--o--o?" asked the boy, with a frightful escape of "s" and a glare such as he must have used to terrify all the smaller boys at the call station. "If I was as tough as you are I'd be afraid o' myself, on the level." "You t'ink you're havin' sport wif me, don't you? I seen a lot o' dem funny mugs...

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