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The Bobbsey Twins at School
by Laura Lee Hope

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FOR a moment Danny Rugg just stared at Bert. Then the bully swallowed a

sort of lump that came in his throat, and said:

"That isn't my button."

"Isn't it?" asked Bert, politely. "Why, it just matches the others on

your coat, and it's got a few threads in the holes, and there are some

threads in your coat, just where the button was pulled off. I guess

it's your button, all right, Danny."

Danny did not say anything. He looked from the button to Bert, and then

at the space on his coat where a button should have been, but where one

was missing.

"Well - well," he stammered. "Maybe it is off my coat, but - but how

did you get it, Bert Bobbsey?"

"I found it," was the answer. "Don't you want it back?"

He held it out to Danny, who took it slowly.

"Well," went on Bert, with a queer little smile at his enemy, "why don't

you ask me where I found it, Danny7"

"Huh! I don't care where you found it. I s'pose you picked it up

around the school yard, where I lost it, playing tag with the fellows."

"No, you didn't lose it there," went on Bert, still smiling. "You have

another guess coming, Danny."

"Pooh! I don't care where you found it," and Danny was about to turn


"Wait a minute," said Bert. "Suppose I say that this button was found

in our freezer of ice cream, that you and some other boys took off our

stoop the night of Flossie's and Freddie's party, Danny? What about


"It isn't - I didn't - you can't prove anything about me, Bert Bobbsey,

and if you go around telling that I took your ice cream, I -"

But Danny did not know what else to say. He was confused and his face

was white and red by turns, for he realized that Bert had good proof of

what he said.

"Better go slow," advised Bert, calmly. "I don't intend to go around

telling what you did. I just want to let you know that I am sure you

took our ice cream.

"I - I" began Danny. "You're only trying to fool me!" he exclaimed.

"That button wasn't in it at all!"

"Wasn't it?" asked Bert, quietly. "Well, you just ask Charley Mason, or

any of the fellows who were at the party, what we found in the freezer,

and see what they say."

Danny had nothing to reply to this. Thrusting the button in his pocket

he walked off. Bert was sure he had found the boy who had taken the ice


Later, from a boy who had been friends with Danny for some time, but

whose father, afterward, decided that his son was getting into bad

company, and made him cease playing with the school bully, Bert learned

that Danny had planned to take the ice cream freezer off the porch.

He and several boys did this, carrying it to the old barn. They had

provided themselves with large spoons, and were having a good time,

eating the cream, when they heard the approach of Bert and his friends,

and fled, leaving the cream behind.

It was during a dispute as to who should have the right to first dip

into the freezer that Danny and a boy named Jake Harkness had a

struggle, and in this Danny lost a button which fell into the ice cream

without anyone knowing it. The coat Danny wore that night he did not

put on again for some time, but when he did Bert saw the missing button.

Danny knew that he had been found out, and for a time he had little to

say. But Bert was boy enough not to be able to keep altogether quiet

over his discovery. From time to time he would ask Danny:

"Lost any more buttons, lately?"

"You let me alone!" Danny would reply, surlily.

Of course this made talk, the boys wanting to know what it meant, and at

last the story came out. This made Danny so angry that he picked

several quarrels with Bert. On his part Bert tried to avoid them, but

at last he could stand it no longer, and he and Danny came to blows

again, Danny striking first.

Bert had been brought up with the idea that fighting, unless it could

absolutely be avoided, was not gentlemanly, but in this case he could

not get out of it.

He and Danny went at each other with their fists clenched, a crowd of

other boys looking on, and urging one or the other to do their best, for

both Danny and Bert had friends, though Bert was the best liked.

Danny struck Bert several times, and Bert hit back, once hitting Danny

in the eye. Bert's lip was cut, and when the fight was over both boys

did not look very nice. But everyone said Bert had the best of it.

"Oh, Bert!" exclaimed his mother, when he came home after the trouble

with Danny. "You've been fighting!"

"Yes, mother, I have," he admitted. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it.

Danny Rugg hit me first. I couldn't run away, could I?"

It was a hard question for a mother to answer. No mother likes to think

her son a coward, and that was what the boys would have called Bert had

he not stood up to Danny.

"I - I just had to!" continued Bert. "And I beat him, anyhow, mother."

Mrs. Bobbsey cried a little, and then she made the best of it, and

bathed Bert's cut lip and bruised forehead. She told his father about

it, too, and Mr. Bobbsey, after hearing the account, asked:

"Who won?"

"Well, Bert says he did?"

"Um. Well, I've no doubt but what he did. He's getting quite strong."

"Oh, Richard!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, in dismay.

"Well, boys will er - have their little troubles," said her husband.

"I'm sorry Bert had to fight, but I'm glad he wasn't a coward. But he

mustn't fight any more."

Then Mr. Bobbsey sat down to read the evening paper.

The weather was getting cooler. Several nights there had been heavy

frosts, and for some time the papers had been saying that it was going

to snow, but the white flakes did not sift down from the sky.

Thanksgiving was approaching. It was the end of the Fall term of

school, and there were to be examinations to see who would pass into the

next higher classes for the Winter season.

Of course in the case of Freddie and Flossie, who were still in the

kindergarten, the examinations were not very hard, but they were soon to

go into the regular primary class, where they would learn to read. And

both the twins were very anxious for this. Bert and Nan had somewhat

harder lessons to do, and they had to answer more difficult questions in

the examinations.

But I am glad to say that all of the Bobbsey twins were promoted, and

Freddie and Flossie came home very proud to tell that when they went

back again, after the Thanksgiving holidays, they would be in the primer

reading book.

And such preparations as went on for Thanksgiving! Dinah was busy from

morning until night, and when the little twins made inquiries about the

turkey they were to have Mr. Bobbsey said it would be the biggest he

could buy.

"An' I'se gwine t' stuff him wif chestnuts an' oysters," said Dinah. "I

tells you what, chilluns, yo' all am suttinly gwine to hab one grand


"I wish everybody was," said Flossie, a bit wistfully. "I hope our cat

Snoop, wherever he is, has plenty of milk, and some nice turkey bones."

"I guess he will have," said Mamma Bobbsey, gently.

"I hope all the poor children in our school have enough to eat," said

Freddie. "Mr. Tetlow said for us to bring what we could for them."

"And you never told me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Why didn't you? I

would have sent something."

Neither Bert nor Nan had thought to mention at home that a collection

would be taken at the school for the poor families in the town. But as

soon as Mrs. Bobbsey heard what Freddie said she telephoned to her

husband. Mr. Bobbsey went to see Mr. Tetiow, and from him learned that

there were a number of families who would not have a very happy


Then the lumber merchant gave certain orders to his grocer and butcher,

and if a number of poor people were not well supplied with food that

gladsome season, it was not the fault of Mr. Bobbsey.

But I am getting a little ahead of my story.

A few days before Thanksgiving Mrs. Bobbsey, with a letter in her hand,

came to where the four twins were in the sitting room, talking over what

they wanted for Christmas.

"Guess who are coming to spend Thanksgiving with us!" cried Mamma

Bobbsey, as she waved the letter in the air.

"Uncle Bobbsey!" guessed Nan.

"Uncle Minturn," said Bert.

The little twins guessed other friends and relatives, and finally Mrs.

Bobbsey said:

"Yes, your Uncle Bobbsey and Uncle Minturn are coming, and so are your

aunts, and Cousin Harry, Cousin Dorothy and also Hal Bingham, whom you

met at the seashore."

"Oh, what a jolly Thanksgiving it will be!" cried the Bobbsey twins.



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