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The hole, or rather the light that came through it, let Patsy see better inside
as well. Now what do you suppose was the first thing his eye lighted on as he
looked around him ?

A popgun !

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Normal,” or did you not come at it somehow by the light of nature, that a boy
and a popgun were always meant to go together ?

But oh! for a look at Patsy’s eyes, big and black in the darkness.

“ve got some peas in my pocket, I know,” he said in an excited voice,
<‘and if I don’t straighten his crooked wig for him, it'll be ’cause I can’t.”

The mild old gentleman on the edge of the platform put his hand to his ear
jn a troubled way, as Patsy’s popgun opened fire. Then he ran his fingers
through his hair, making his wig crookeder than ever.

Finally he turned to Miss Carberry with a kind of gentle amusement that
made Patsy (who had taken many a ride in “his musty old chaise’’) ashamed of
himself in the “ ’Pratus-box.”

“Tm afraid, ma’am — ahem ! — that — ahem!— some of your boys are a
little roguish this morning.”

«“ Why — what are they doing?” said Miss Carberry, astonished. She hadn’t
seen anything.