"I'll never tie your hand up again, if
you hurt it with your shotgun," referring to an incident when Bart
had slightly injured several of his fingers by the premature
discharge of his gun.
"I don't intend to get shot again," Bart made answer. "Really, Alice, I'd
like to tell you about this, but you'll hear about it soon enough."
"When?"
"Saturday night, maybe."
"But I'm going away Saturday night."
"Where?"
"To a dance."
"A dance, eh?" and Bart looked interested. "What dance?"
"Why one the first-year boys are getting up. I've got an invitation."
"You don't mean to say you're going to the racket the Upside Down Club is
going to give?"
"Yes; why not?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Yes, there is something. I can tell by the way you act."
"Well, I didn't think a sister of mine would go to an affair given by
the enemies of the Darewell baseball team."
"Oh, you're mad just because they played a trick on you about your
dinner. That's nothing. I'm going to the dance just the same. So you'd
better tell me now what you want the cheese for."
"Oh, if you go to the dance you may hear of it there.
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