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Over the green, up a shady lane, across two fields, and then, breathless and panting, Teddy paused before an old fashioned farmhouse. He passed his hands lightly through his curls, pulled himself up with a jerk, and then quietly and sedately opened a latched door and entered the long low roofed kitchen. OVER THE GREEN UP A SHADY LANE ACROSS TWO FIELDS AND THEN BREATHLESS AND PANTING TEDDY PAUSED BEFORE AN OLD FASHIONED FARMHOUSE HE PASSED HIS HANDS LIGHTLY THROUGH HIS CURLS PULLED HIMSELF UPWARD WITH A JERK AND THEN QUIETLY AND SEDATELY OPENED A LATCH DOOR AND ENTERED THE LONG LOW ROOFED KITCHEN
tton from you, and he's gone off to another part of the country now.' 'I think, p'raps,' went on Teddy slowly, as he turned over on his back and looked up at the clear blue sky above him, 'that I wasn't quite true about the bullets. I think it was six bullets and three sword cuts. I forget when I tell it how many it was; but she said she didn't believe a word!' Five o'clock struck by the old church clock close by. Teddy was upon his feet in an instant, and with a wild whoop and shout he was scudding across the green, his curls flying in the wind, and his little feet hardly seeming to touch the ground. There was none in the village so quick-footed as Teddy, and for daring feats and downright pluck he held the foremost place. Perhaps this accounted for his popularity, perhaps it was his marvellous aptitude for telling stories, many of them wild productions from his fertile brain, but certain it was that he was the pet and the darling of the village, and none as yet had resisted his sway. ET THEM ON TO TRY AND GET YOUR BUTTON FROM YOU AND HE'S GONE OFF TO ANOTHER PART OF THE COUNTRY NOW I THINK P'RAPS WENT ON TEDDY SLOWLY AS HE TURNED OVER ON HIS BACK AND LOOKED UP AT THE CLEAR BLUE SKY ABOVE HIM BUT I WASN'T QUITE TRUE ABOUT THE BULLETS I THINK IT WAS SIX BULLETS AND THREE SWORD CUTS I FORGET WHEN I TELL IT HOW MANY IT WAS BUT SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE A WORD FIVE O'CLOCK STRUCK BY THE OLD CHURCH CLOCK CLOSE BY TEDDY WAS UPON HIS FEET IN AN INSTANT AND WITH A WILD WHOOP AND SHOUT HE WAS SCUDDING ACROSS THE GREEN HIS CURLS FLYING IN THE WIND AND HIS LITTLE FEET HARDLY SEEMING TO TOUCH THE GROUND THERE WAS NONE IN THE VILLAGE SO QUICK FOOTED AS TEDDY AND FOR DARING FEATS AND DOWNRIGHT PLUCK HE HELD THE FOREMOST PLACE PERHAPS THIS ACCOUNTED FOR HIS POPULARITY PERHAPS IT WAS HIS MARVELLOUS APTITUDE FOR TELLING STORIES MANY OF THEM WILD PRODUCTIONS FROM HIS FERTILE BRAIN BUT CERTAIN IT WAS THAT HE WAS PET IN THE DARLING OF THE VILLAGE AND NONE AS YET HAD RESISTED HIS SWAY
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