Radio Boys Cronies
CHAPTER I THE CRONIES "Come along, Bill; we'll have to get there, or we won't hear the first of it. Mr. Gray said it would begin promptly at three." "I'm doing my best, Gus. This crutch----" "I know. Climb aboard, old scout, and we'll go along faster." The first speaker, a lad of fifteen, large for his age, fair-haired, though as brown as a berry and athletic in all his easy, deliberate yet energetic movements, turned to the one he had called Bill, a boy of about his own age, or a little older, but altogether opposite in appearance, for he was undersized, dark-haired, black-eyed, and though a life-long cripple with a twisted knee, as quick and nervous in action as the limitations of his physical strength and his ever-present crutch permitted. In another moment, despite the protests of generous consideration for
At last Mamma Mouse gnawed a hole through the baseboard large enough
for her to get through into the pantry, and then her disappointment
was great to find the bread jar covered over with a tin pan.
"How thoughtless people are to put things where a hungry mouse cannot
get at them," said Mamma Mouse to herself, with a sigh. But just then
she espied a barrel of flour standing upon the floor; and that gave
her new courage, for she knew she could easily gnaw through that, and
the flour would do to eat just as well as the bread.
It was now nearly daylight, so she decided to leave the attack upon
the flour barrel until the next night; and gathering up for the
children a few crumbs that were scattered about, she ran back into the
wall and scrambled up to her nest.
Hickory and Dickory and Dock were very glad to get the crumbs, for
they were hungry; and when they had breakfasted they all curled up
alongside their mother and slept soundly throughout the day.
"Be good children," said Mamma Mouse the next evening, as she prepared
for her journey to the pantry, "and do n't stir out of your nest till
I come back. I am in hopes that after tonight we shall not be hungry
for a long time, as I shall gnaw a hole at the back of the flour
barrel, where it will not be discovered."
CHAPTER I THE CRONIES "Come along, Bill; we'll have to get there, or we won't hear the first of it. Mr. Gray said it would begin promptly at three." "I'm doing my best, Gus. This crutch----" "I know. Climb aboard, old scout, and we'll go along faster." The first speaker, a lad of fifteen, large for his age, fair-haired, though as brown as a berry and athletic in all his easy, deliberate yet energetic movements, turned to the one he had called Bill, a boy of about his own age, or a little older, but altogether opposite in appearance, for he was undersized, dark-haired, black-eyed, and though a life-long cripple with a twisted knee, as quick and nervous in action as the limitations of his physical strength and his ever-present crutch permitted. In another moment, despite the protests of generous consideration for