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"Can I take my automobile to school this morning?" Bobby asked at
the breakfast table the day after the drive in the new car.
Bobby was very proud of his automobile that worked with pedals
like a tricycle but looked exactly like a miniature automobile,
even to the red paint and the lamps and the tin license tacked on
the back axle.
"If you won't let it interfere with your school work, I suppose
you may," conceded Mother Blossom. "Is there a place where you can
keep it during school hours?"
"I can keep it down under the first floor stairs," said Bobby
eagerly. "And I won't play with it only before school and at
recess, Mother, honest."
So he was allowed to take the car, and he went early in order to
have time for play before the nine o'clock bell. Meg hung on
behind him and the twins watched them out of sight enviously.
There was nothing in the world the twins desired so ardently as to
go to school. They had been promised that they might start in the
kindergarten the next term and they were already looking forward
to that time.
"I want to play a new way," Bobby was explaining to Meg as he
pedaled furiously. "You'll see--I thought it up all myself last
night."
A crowd of boys swept forward to greet Bobby when he entered the
school yard. Most of them had seen his car before--it had been a
birthday present in February--but to several it was new and all
admired it and wished for one exactly like it.
"Can't have any fun with it here," said Tim Roon, rather
contemptuously.
Tim was apt to speak of the dark side of everything, and he had
very good luck in finding a dark side to draw attention to.
"Yes, I can," insisted Bobby. "You'll see."
He went through the school yard, down to the end where an old-
fashioned picket fence shut off the playground from a vacant lot
that later would be divided off into the school gardens, a plot
for each grade.
"What you going to do?" asked Tim Roon curiously.
The other children looked mystified, including Meg. She, too,
wondered what Bobby could be planning to do.
"You'll see." Bobby repeated his favorite phrase.
From his blouse he drew a hammer, borrowed from the tool bench in
the Blossom garage, and, awkwardly, for he was not used to the
work, inserted it under the end of a picket. There was a ripping,
grating noise, and the picket parted from the cross-piece.
"Bobby Blossom!" cried Meg. "What in the world are you going to
do?"
CHAPTER III
HOW THE PLAN WORKED
"You'll see," said Bobby with maddening persistency.
While the children watched, he ripped off four more pickets. The
cross pieces of the fence were old and rotten and when he put his
foot on the lower brace and bore down heavily, it obligingly
snapped in two.
"I'm going to ride right through that hole!" Bobby condescended to
explain at last. "Daddy drove our car right in between three
trees, and I'll bet I can steer through a narrow place, too. You
watch."
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