The granddaughter’s eyes flashed angrily.
“My grandfather doesn’t associate with bums.” [[82]]
Red gave a tantalizing laugh, glad of the chance to anger the other.
“You look like a bum yourself,” the girl cried, in a burst of passion. “And so do you and you and you,” she jabbed with her finger. “I hope you never get your old engine started. There!” and stomping her foot she turned and ran up the path to the house. [[83]]
CHAPTER IX
UNDER ARREST
It was a few minutes short of twelve o’clock when we drew up at the Ashton dock. Red wanted to turn the organ on immediately, to sort of hilariously announce our arrival in town. But Scoop shook his head on the freckled one’s suggestion. The better plan, the leader said, would be to call on the mayor, first of all, and learn what the town’s attitude was toward traveling shows.
Several kids came running in the time that we were securing the Sally Ann to the dock.
“Look at the funny boat!” one of the newcomers yipped.