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Whether you girls beat the Lumberport girls, or not, chuckled Chet,
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Nor anybody else, Mr. Smartie! snapped Jess Morse.
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You don't know much about eggs, I guess.
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Nor you girls don't seem to know much about basketball,
human
What's the fight about?
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We ought to all pitch into him, said Jess, pointing to Chet.
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He is maligning the team.
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All right I'll help--if it's to be 'battle, murder, and sudden death,' chuckled Bobby.
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We ought to get our hands in, anyway, for to-morrow.
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What's to-morrow?
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Didn't you hear what Gee Gee said to the English class to-day when the gong rang?
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Go on, Bobby. What's the joke?
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Why, Gee Gee said, 'Now, young ladies, that we have finished this present subject, to-morrow we shall take the life of Carlyle. Come prepared.' If Jess really wants us to help her draw and quarter Chet, it might be good practice for what we're going to do to Mr. Carlyle.
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Poor Gee Gee, said Nellie, shaking her head.
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She has her hands full just now. Some of the squabs are as bad as ever you were, Bobby, when you were a freshie.
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I like that! exclaimed the irrepressible.
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Me bad!
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But what's happened to Miss Carrington?
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She's got some mighty smart scholars in the freshman class, said Nellie.
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The other day she asked them what two very famous men were boys together, and what do you suppose was the answer she got?
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Give it up! exclaimed Jess.
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What was it?
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One of those fresh squabs put up her hand and when Gee Gee nodded to her, she squeals: 'Oh, I know, Miss Carrington! The Siamese Twins!'