Author: Stewart Edward WhitePublisher:
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The adventures of Bobby Orde, by Stewart Edward White; illustrated by Worth Brehm
Author: Stewart Edward WhiteThe Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Stewart Edward WhitePublisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781976324994
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Languages : en
Pages : 202
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The Adventures of Bobby Orde
The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Stewart Edward WhitePublisher: Createspace Independent Pub
ISBN: 9781490463919
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 124
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At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia—because he had always heard it called so.At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him."Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby.The dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master.Bobby knew the way perfectly. You went to the fire-engine house; and then to the left after the court-house was Mr. Proctor's; and then, all at once, the town. Father's office was in the nearest square brick block. Bobby paused, as he always did, to look in the first store window. In it was a weapon which he knew to be a Flobert Rifle. It was something to be dreamed of, with its beautiful blued-steel octagon barrel, its gleaming gold-plated locks and its polished stock. Bobby was just under ten years old; but he could have told you all about that Flobert Rifle—its weight, the length of its barrel, the number of grains of both powder and lead loaded in its various cartridges. Among his books he possessed a catalogue that described Flobert Rifles, and also Shotguns and Revolvers. Bobby intoxicated himself with them. Twice he had even seen his father's revolver; and he knew where it was kept—on the top shelf of the closet. The very closet door gave him a thrill.
The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Stewart Edward WhitePublisher:
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Languages : en
Pages : 158
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At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia-because he had always heard it called so. At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him. "Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby. The dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master. Bobby knew the way perfectly. You went to the fire-engine house; and then to the left after the court-house was Mr. Proctor's; and then, all at once, the town. Father's office was in the nearest square brick block. Bobby paused, as he always did, to look in the first store window. In it was a weapon which he knew to be a Flobert Rifle. It was something to be dreamed of, with its beautiful blued-steel octagon barrel, its gleaming gold-plated locks and its polished stock. Bobby was just under ten years old; but he could have told you all about that Flobert Rifle-its weight, the length of its barrel, the number of grains of both powder and lead loaded in its various cartridges. Among his books he possessed a catalogue that described Flobert Rifles, and also Shotguns and Revolvers. Bobby intoxicated himself with them. Twice he had even seen his father's revolver; and he knew where it was kept-on the top shelf of the closet. The very closet door gave him a thrill.
The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Stewart Edward WhitePublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 158
Book Description
At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia-because he had always heard it called so. At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him. "Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby. The dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master. Bobby knew the way perfectly. You went to the fire-engine house; and then to the left after the court-house was Mr. Proctor's; and then, all at once, the town. Father's office was in the nearest square brick block. Bobby paused, as he always did, to look in the first store window. In it was a weapon which he knew to be a Flobert Rifle. It was something to be dreamed of, with its beautiful blued-steel octagon barrel, its gleaming gold-plated locks and its polished stock. Bobby was just under ten years old; but he could have told you all about that Flobert Rifle-its weight, the length of its barrel, the number of grains of both powder and lead loaded in its various cartridges. Among his books he possessed a catalogue that described Flobert Rifles, and also Shotguns and Revolvers. Bobby intoxicated himself with them. Twice he had even seen his father's revolver; and he knew where it was kept-on the top shelf of the closet. The very closet door gave him a thrill.
The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Steward Edward WhitePublisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 3732654346
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 178
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Reproduction of the original: The Adventures of Bobby Orde by Steward Edward White
The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Stewart WhitePublisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781499348309
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Languages : en
Pages : 124
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At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia-because he had always heard it called so. At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him. "Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby. The dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master.
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Author: The Adventures of Bobby Orde
Author: Worth BrehmPublisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
ISBN: 9781548391737
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Languages : en
Pages : 342
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THE BOOMS At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw-mill town in which he lived Monrovia-because he had always heard it called so. At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him. "Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby. The dog swept back and forth his magnificent feather tail, and fell in behind his young master. Bobby knew the way perfectly. You went to the fire-engine house; and then to the left after the court-house was Mr. Proctor's; and then, all at once, the town. Father's office was in the nearest square brick block. Bobby paused, as he always did, to look in the first store window. In it was a weapon which he knew to be a Flobert Rifle. It was something to be dreamed of, with its beautiful blued-steel octagon barrel, its gleaming gold-plated locks and its polished stock. Bobby was just under ten years old; but he could have told you all about that Flobert Rifle-its weight, the length of its barrel, the number of grains of both powder and lead loaded in its various cartridges. Among his books he possessed a catalogue that described Flobert Rifles, and also Shotguns and Revolvers. Bobby intoxicated himself with them. Twice he had even seen his father's revolver; and he knew where it was kept-on the top shelf of the closet. The very closet door gave him a thrill. Reluctantly he tore himself away, and turned in to the straight, broad stairway that led to the offices above. The stairway, and the hall to which it mounted were dark and smelled of old coco-matting and stale tobacco. Bobby liked this smell very much. He liked, too, the echo of his footsteps as he marched down the hall to the door of his father's offices. Within were several long, narrow desks burdened with large ledgers and flanked by high stools. On each stool sat a clerk-five of them. An iron "base burner" stove occupied the middle of the room. Its pipe ran in suspension here and there through the upper air until it plunged unexpectedly into the wall. A capacious wood-box flanked it. Bobby was glad he did not have to fill that wood-box at a cent a time. Against the walls at either end of the room and next the windows were two roll-top desks at which sat Mr. Orde and his partner. Two or three pivoted chairs completed the furnishings. "Hullo, Bobby," called Mr. Orde, who was talking earnestly to a man; "I'll be ready in a few minutes." Nothing pleased Bobby more than to wander about the place with its delicious "office smell." At one end of the room, nailed against the wall, were rows and rows of beautifully polished models of the firm's different tugs, barges and schooners. Bobby surveyed them with both pleasure and regret. It seemed a shame that such delightful boats should have been built only in half and nailed immovably to boards....
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