The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-01

inside that you twist up to make the
wheels go. / can show him how it
works. Tried it in the store See!
Here's where you twist And then
when you put it down on the rug
Br-r-r-r! Runs all around. Great
sport. He can load it up with building
blocks or marbles, or anything Get
the idea, eh?''
Absolutely" says Edith. "That is,
about how the toys work. I've seen
such things before, think. Very nice
of you to bring them, too. But just
who are they for, Mr.. Curtiss?"
"Eh?" says Ham. He's down on. his
hands and knees, operatin' the toy
truck, and now he stops to gawp up at
her.
why" says she, "who is the lucky
youngster that you take such an inter
est in?"
"Oh, / say!" says he. 1 thought
you'd know. They're for Bub, of
course. That cunning little brother
of yours you were telling me about. :"
That gets a gasp out of Miss Edith.
For a minute or two she stares at
Ham Curtis. Then she smothers
something with her handkerchief and
turns her head When she looks again
there's cut-up twinkle in her eye
Really" says she. For Bub!
How thoughtful of you, Mr.. Curtis.
No, he hasn't been tucked away for
the night. He's right here. At least,
he was moment ago. Oh, Bub!
Philip! Come here"
And then from somewhere in the
shrubbery off at the left of the ter.
race comes this peevish answer, ooh,
what's the row now? Can't you let
fellow smoke in peace"
Sorry, Philip" says Miss Edith.
But someone has brought you a lot
of perfectly dear presents. You must
come and thank him nicely"
| Auu YOU udtC oCCh tAC lOOh
that spread over Hams big round
face when this languid young sport
drifts into sight. Maybe it wasn't
matey of me to smoker right out, but
with Mr. Robert indulgin' in that
hearty "Haw, haw!" of his, and Wee
Igigglin', and Mrs. Candy maxim
gaspy noises behind her fan / don't
expect Ham. noticed.
What presents?" demands Philip.
"Who from?"
Then he spots the drum and the tin
battleship and the painted duck. Also
he sees Ham,, strugglin' to his feet
with his face the color of new fire
hydrant.
"Huh!" says Brother Philip, tintin'
up himself. What poor fish thought
all this up? Low comedy stuff, call
it. Who is your fat friend, anyway,
Sis? And what's the idea picking on
me? BAH" and he walks off dis
gusted.
No, can't say Ham. made very
good job of explainin' his mistake.
His tongue seemed to get twisted. And
when he gets glimpse of me smilin'
over in the corner, he sort of sets his
| teeth and turns sulky. In fact; he
actually kicks the drum into the
bushes as he turns to make his get
away, and l think he shakes his fist
at me as he stalks through the door.
"Was that glare meant for you
Torchy?" asks Wee.
Now, why should anybody glare
at me?" I asks. Specially Ham Cur
tbs. Didn't I give him lot of good
advice only yesterday afternoon"
you wretch, Torchy!" says Wee,
pinchin me.
"Ouch!" says I. 81 only took Hams
description of Baby Brother l didn't
invent Philip for the occasion, you
know"
mo, you couldn't" admits Wee at
was all so absurd. And YETI
Eyes, know" says l. That's a
good deal the way feel about it. They
both got pretty near what was comm
to 'em. 1t won't cure Ham. though.
But I'll bet he don't go Romeoin' again
with drums and tin battleships. Eh?"