Margaret was frightened. She tooted her horn furiously, and tried to forge ahead; but the children, reading aright the terror in her eyes, swarmed about her until she was forced to bring the car almost to a stop lest she run over the small squirming bodies.
With shrieks of delight the children instantly saw their advantage, and lost no time in making the most of it. They leaped upon the low step and clung to the sides and front of the car like leeches. Two larger boys climbed to the back and hung there with swinging feet, their jeering lips close to Miss Kendall’s shrinking ears. A third boy, still more venturesome, had almost reached the vacant seat at Miss Kendall’s side, when above the din of hoots and laughter, sounded an angry voice and a sharp command.
CHAPTER XXI
It had been young McGinnis’s intention to look up the home and the parents of the little mill-girl, Nellie Magoon, at once, and see if something could not be done to keep—for a time, at least—that frail bit of humanity out of the mills. Some days had elapsed, however, since he had talked with the child, and not until now had he found the time to carry out his plan. He was hurrying with frowning brow along the lower end of Prospect Hill road when suddenly his ears were assailed by the unmistakable evidence that somewhere a mob of small boys had found an object upon which to vent their wildest mischief. The next moment a turn of the road revealed the almost motionless runabout with its living freight of shrieking urchins, and its one white-faced, terrified girl.
With a low-breathed “Margaret!” McGinnis sprang forward.
“A MOB OF SMALL BOYS HAD FOUND AN OBJECT UPON
WHICH TO VENT THEIR WILDEST MISCHIEF.”