The family were in the back parlor, there being several children
patterned very much after Bob.
Presently I heard signs of trouble.
Then Mrs. Bob said, a little sharply:
"Lawrence, don't be so selfish. Let your baby brother play with your
marbles a little while."
"But he means to keep them always," said a voice.
"Oh, I guess not."
"I guess yes, 'cause he's swallowed three of 'em already," said
Lawrence, with the positiveness of conviction.
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Then the fun began.
But the baby was saved, and I strongly suspect Lawrence stretched
matters to suit his convenience.
My family doctor ordered me to a warmer climate last winter.