He was after more thrilling
adventures. Still, by the time they reached the railroad track,
everyday matters were beginning to command his attention. This short
cut across the track was one that he had seldom been allowed to take,
and the mere fact of doing it was exciting. He stopped in the middle
and looked up and down the line while the girls tugged at him. It was
only when he saw a bit or two of shining metal which, according to his
arrow head game of the afternoon, he picked up and tucked away in the
pocket of his rompers, that his attention was once more turned to the
gathering of the wonders that seemed to be under his feet all the time
if only he looked for them hard enough.
The errand to the stationery shop was successful. The stationer said
that most pencils now were made with erasers built into them, but that
he thought he had a box of old tips left over. He hunted for them very
obligingly, and set so small a price on them that the Ethels took the
whole box so that they might have a liberal supply in case any were
lost off the arrow heads. Dicky put one in his pocket so that he could
place it on his arrow as soon as he got it into his hands once more,
and he begged the Ethels to go home by way of Rose House so that he
could fix it up that very night.
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