Bobby Blake at Rockledge School; or, Winning the Medal of Honor
Author: Frank A. Warner Genre: Young AdultBobby Blake at Rockledge School; or, Winning the Medal of Honor
carcely restrain himself within the bounds of decent behavior as they walked from Merriweather Street, where b
ledge (Fred had jumped to that conclusion at once
ng home a whole raft of marmosets, and green-and-gray parrots, and iguanas, and the like, for pets. And you'd see manatees, and tapirs
d to when he got to boarding school. Lessons, disci
of the two chums talked together a long time on the front porch, while the children were sent into th
hool with Fred, and that if Mr. and Mrs. Blake did not return from their long j
he time I forget how many we have, and have to go around after they are all abed, and count noses. Bobby wil
obby on several occasions during the next few days. She spoke so tenderly to him, and wi
etters we may get from our friends here in Clinton. Your father and I have tried to teach you t
hose weaker than yourself, either in body or in character, have a peculiar claim upon your forb
that you have been taught to pray. I shall have your father find out the hour when you all go to bed, and at that hour, whi
by, squeezing back the tears himse
efore the term opened at Rockledge. Bobby and Fred had more preparations to make than you would believe, and early
right across Monatook Lake. They call it Belden School. There's all sorts o
mean-games?
and skating matches, and boating in the fall and spring-rowing,
admitted
nd a catcher's mask and glove, and a pad, and all that. We want to get on one of the ball teams. You kn
tted Bobby, rather timidly. "But w
ow them we have the things I said-mitt, and bats, an
t them," sudde
we must h
don't have but a dollar a month," said Bobby,
ime we'll want money awfully bad for something. And then we have to buy shoes with it, or Christmas presents, or use it to pay for a b
bject, "I have most of my dollar left for this month, an
n cents to my nam
new bats, and the ma
ll have to think up some scheme for making money. I wish I
Bobby. "Only a cent-and you couldn't
-we
emonade stand,"
ally. "Besides, the sugar and lemons and ice cost so much. And you're always bo
the justice of this
red, with much belief in his chum's power
e a show,"
f the other fellows into it. Can't run a circus-not even a one-ring one-without a
Bobby, still thought
ds will only pay pins, or rusty n
that will only need us two to run it, Fred. Then we won't have to divide the mon
t's a swell idea-i
ve we ca
ly. "Grown folks have money. We coul
e straw. "Of course, it's got to be worth a penn
o get at, Bobby Blake?" de
e. Now-don'
at first. Then he caught the meaning of his chum's plan, and his eyes grew big and he began
est thing I've ever heard, Bob! And we can h
side of which was an open lot belonging to the store property. There was a side-d
at this place and, with some little help, they managed to erect a st
d a sloping canvas roof. It ran back from the sidewalk f
' proposed "show," but he was a good natured man and made
'exit'," Bobby explained. "Folks can pass
ll be scared that it's some strange and savage animal. All right. 'Exit
was rather handy with a brush, and when all the sig
turer, or "ballyhoo," and was, likewise, to sell the tickets. The other boys were eaten up with curiosity about th
that was a canvas screen so that nobody peeking into the doorway could see
ive. On that day many people from out-of-town came into Clinton to market, and the Hurley Street stores were well patronized al