Böcker av Joseph Bushnell Ames

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"Dale Tompkins slung the bulging bag of papers over one shoulder, and, turning away from the news-stand, walked briskly down the main street of Hillsgrove. The rain had ceased, and the wind that had howled fiercely all day long was shifting into the west, where it tore to tatters the banks of dun gray clouds, letting through gleams and patches of cold blue sky tinged with the pale, chill yellow of a typical autumn sunset.The cold look of that sunset was well borne out by a keen nip in the air, but Dale was too thankful to have it clear at all to complain. Besides, he wasn¿t exactly the complaining sort. Turning up the collar of a rather shabby coat, he thrust both hands deep into his trousers¿ pockets and hurried whistling along, bent on delivering his papers in the quickest possible time.¿I ought to get home by seven, anyhow,¿ he thought calculatingly. ¿And if Mother¿ll only give me a hurry-up snack, I¿ll be in time for meeting.¿He rolled the last word under his tongue with the prideful accent of a novice. Then, with a sudden start, one hand jerked out of his pocket and slipped between the buttons of the thread-bare coat. For an anxious moment it groped there before the fingers closed over a metal badge, shaped like a trefoil, that was pinned securely to the flannel shirt. A somewhat sheepish grin overspread the freckled face, and through an open gate Dale shot a paper dexterously across the porch to land accurately in the middle of the door-mat....."