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<h1>BOBBY IN SEARCH<br/> OF A BIRTHDAY</h1>
<div class='center'>BY<br/>
<span class='author'><span class="smcap">Lebbeus Mitchell</span></span><br/><br/><br/></div>
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<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</SPAN></h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>ONCE WHEN BOBBY WASN'T
LEFT BEHIND</div>
<p>Bobby North went out into the front yard
by the iron gate between the two tall stone
columns to watch the horses and wagons and
'mobiles traveling up and down that invitingly
dusty and mysterious road that he was
forbidden ever to set foot upon.</p>
<p>He knew he could crawl under the gate,
he was so little, and raise clouds of dust by
dragging his feet in the road as two small
boys did who passed by and stopped to gaze
in wonder at Bobby and at the big brick
house set back in the yard among some trees.
He wondered if the Supe'tendent would <em>really</em>
send him to bed without anything to eat if
he disobeyed her just this once and slipped
under the gate, out into the road for as many
as forty or a dozen minutes.</p>
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<p>He was afraid she <em>really</em> might, and was
standing with face pressed against the iron
bars of the gate when a man drove up back
of him with a buggy jammed as full as it
would hold of boys and girls from the Home.</p>
<p>"Bobby North!" cried the sharp, irritated
voice of the Supe'tendent. "How many times
must I tell you to keep away from that gate!"</p>
<p>He turned clear around and saw on the
porch the tall, thin figure of the Supe'tendent.
The man in the buggy jumped out to open
the gate. Bobby stepped back from the
graveled road, for he knew by experience
that it is always safer, if you are a small boy,
to keep out of the way of grown-up folks—<em>then</em>
they can't scold you for doing something
you mustn't, or not doing something you
should, even when you had never <em>thought</em> of
doing either one.</p>
<p>He looked up longingly at the buggy load of
boys and girls who were going to explore the
mysteries of that delightfully dusty road and
not coming back for maybe forty or a dozen
days. Bobby was used to being left behind and
stepped further away, but without taking his
lonely eyes off those more fortunate children.</p>
<p>When the man had opened the gate, he
stopped and looked at Bobby and then at
the Supe'tendent on the porch. He came<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</SPAN></span>
directly towards Bobby as he kept backing
away, caught him up in his arms and tossed
him into the lap of the lady who sat on the
front seat!</p>
<p>"You'd like a whole week in the country,
too, wouldn't you?" said the man.</p>
<p>"Yes'm."</p>
<p>Bobby was so surprised that that was all
he could think of to say.</p>
<p>"I'm afraid he will be too much trouble for
you," called the Supe'tendent. "He's so
young."</p>
<p>Bobby steeled his heart and started to
climb down from the lady's lap, but his lower
lip twitched in spite of his effort to keep it
steady.</p>
<p>"Nonsense!" exclaimed the man, as he led
the horses out into the road, shut the gate,
jumped into the seat by the woman and
drove off in a cloud of dust. He didn't seem
to be at all afraid of the much-to-be-feared
Supe'tendent!</p>
<p>Bobby was so glad to be riding away from
the Home that he thought he almost <em>liked</em>
the Supe'tendent this once, and looked back
and waved good-bye to her. She stood
there stiff and angry and did not reply.</p>
<p>Thus it came about that Bobby North had
his first trip away from the Home that he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span>
could remember. The week at Mr. and
Mrs. Robert Eller's in the country was a
glorious time—days to be remembered by all
the red letters on the playing blocks that
were sometimes given him on a Sunday to
keep him quiet.</p>
<p>Besides the calves and little pigs, the
clover field and the daisies in the yard, there
was the two-months' old puppy that Mr.
Eller's little boy told him was a St. Bernard.
It soon became the chief delight of this
puppy to chase Bobby about the yard and
trip him and then, when he fell headlong, to
lick his hands and face affectionately with a
moist, red tongue. The man never once
objected to his playing with the awkward
and much-to-be-desired puppy all day long.</p>
<p>He was an answer to ardent and secret
prayer, this Man Who Lets You Play with
the Puppy, and Bobby looked up to him with
a great deal of awe; his words carried the
weight of authority. He seemed to understand
what small boys want, to know that
the greatest of all treasures, a real live puppy,
is good for them.</p>
<p>Thus the happy days in the country passed
like magic.</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span></p>
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