Frank Merriwell in Maine; Or, The Lure of 'Way Down East
Frank Merriwell in Maine; Or, The Lure of 'Way Down East
By Burt L. Standish
8 Feb, 2021
The sound came from the exhaust pipe of the little steamer.
“Chew! chew chew!” grunted Bruce Browning, lazily looking up at the escaping steam. “Do you know what that makes me think of?”
“Vot?” asked Hans Dunnerwust, who did not l
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The sound came from the exhaust pipe of the little steamer.
“Chew! chew chew!” grunted Bruce Browning, lazily looking up at the escaping steam. “Do you know what that makes me think of?”
“Vot?” asked Hans Dunnerwust, who did not like the glance that Browning gave him, and who felt mentally sore because he had been laughed at for trying to get sauerkraut for breakfast. “Vat vos id you makes id t’ink uf?”
“Of the time you kicked that hornet’s nest, supposing it to be a football.” Less