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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
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Bob the Castaway; Or, The Wreck of the Eagle

Bob the Castaway; Or, The Wreck of the Eagle

Frank V. Webster

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ISBN10: 1497442222
ISBN13: 9781497442221
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Mar 28 2014
Pages: 84
Weight: 0.27
Height: 0.17 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Bob! Bob! called a woman in loud tones, as she came to the kitchen door, her arms, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, covered with flour. Bob, I want you to go to the store for me. I need some more lard for this pie-crust. There was no answer, and the woman looked across the big yard at one side of the cottage. Where can that boy be? Mrs. Henderson murmured. I saw him here a little while ago. He's never around when I want him. I shouldn't be surprised but what he was planning some joke. Oh, dear! I wish he was more steady, and wasn't always up to some mischief. Still, he's a good boy at heart, and perhaps he'll grow better when he gets older. She rubbed her left cheek with the back of her hand, leaving a big patch of flour under one eye. Then she called once more. Bob! Bob Henderson! Where are you? I want you to go to the store. Here I am, mother. Were you calling me? asked a boy, emerging from behind a big apple tree. He was not a bad-looking lad, even if his nose did turn up a bit, though his hair was tinged with red, and his face covered with freckles. His blue eyes, however, seemed to sparkle with mischief. Did I call you? repeated Mrs. Henderson. I'm hoarse after the way I had to shout-and you within hearing distance all the while! Why didn't you answer me? I guess I was so busy thinking, mom, that I didn't hear you. Thinking? More likely thinking of some trick! What's that you've got? Nothing, and Bob tried to stuff pieces of paper into a basket that was already filled to overflowing.

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