"MabelCHawley-FourLittleBlossomsOnAppleTreeIsland" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawley Mabel C)

Tim was apt to speak of the dark side of everything, and he had very good luck
in finding a dark side to draw attention to.
"Yes, I can," insisted Bobby. "You'll see."
He went through the school yard, down to the end where an old- fashioned picket
fence shut off the playground from a vacant lot that later would be divided off
into the school gardens, a plot for each grade.
"What you going to do?" asked Tim Roon curiously.
The other children looked mystified, including Meg. She, too, wondered what
Bobby could be planning to do.
"You'll see." Bobby repeated his favorite phrase.
From his blouse he drew a hammer, borrowed from the tool bench in the Blossom
garage, and, awkwardly, for he was not used to the work, inserted it under the
end of a picket. There was a ripping, grating noise, and the picket parted from
the cross-piece.
"Bobby Blossom!" cried Meg. "What in the world are you going to do?"
CHAPTER III. HOW THE PLAN WORKED
"You'll see," said Bobby with maddening persistency.
While the children watched, he ripped off four more pickets. The cross pieces of
the fence were old and rotten and when he put his foot on the lower brace and
bore down heavily, it obligingly snapped in two.
"I'm going to ride right through that hole!" Bobby condescended to explain at
last. "Daddy drove our car right in between three trees, and I'll bet I can
steer through a narrow place, too. You watch."
Breathless the boys and girls stood back while Bobby pushed his automobile to a
point he considered a proper distance from the opening in the fence. He took his
seat, put his foot on the pedals, and tooted the horn.
"Here I go!" he cried, making his feet fly.
The car shot forward and, much to the surprise of every one except Bobby, went
through the hole in the pickets safely and on out into the muddy lot.
"Pretty good steering," said Palmer Davis generously.
"Let me try," begged Meg. "I can steer, Bobby."
Meg always did everything Bobby did, and it never entered his head to refuse
her. So she took the automobile, and, holding the wheel tightly, pedaled through
the hole, though more slowly than Bobby had done. Palmer Davis was wild to try
his skill, but Meg insisted on two rides and when she had finished the second
one the warning bell rang.
"You can have it the first thing recess," promised Bobby to the disappointed
Palmer, who felt better then and helped Bobby put the fascinating toy under the
stairs in the back hall.
As soon as the recess bell sounded, Palmer and Bobby dashed down and out into
the yard. Meg, who was a grade below them but in the same room, stayed behind to
clean her desk, a favorite occupation with the little girls. Miss Mason, the
teacher, was watering a shelf of plants, and the windows were all open to the
lovely April sunshine. Meg hummed a little, she was so happy.
"Ow! Ow!" suddenly the most heart-breaking howl rose from the school yard, the
cry of some one in great pain or sadly frightened.
"Some one is hurt!" cried Miss Mason, hurrying to the window that faced the
playground.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" louder and louder the shrieks rose.
"Can't be killed and make a noise like that," said Miss Mason practically. "Can