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By DOROTHY WALTER BARUCH M
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LOTHROP, LEE AND SHEPARD COMPANY
1934
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Copyright. 1935, by
LOTHROP, LEE AND SHEPARD COMPANY
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be re¬ produced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in magazine or newspaper.
Published February, 1935
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
C Cl A 80495
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Bobby Goes Riding
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"Oobby lived in a white house. He had a tall father and a medium tall mother, and a fat big brother, and
a thin big sister, and a snub-nosed dog.
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And almost all the time one or the other was telling Bobby what to do.
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"Leather would say, “ Bobby, go bring me my slippers.”
Mother would say, “Bobby, open that door, will you,
please? And pick up those crumbs, and get yourself a
drink of water, and take off your sweater, and wash your
chin — it has a big black smudge of mud on it.”
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“Bobby!” big brother would shout. “You leave
my ball alone! ’ ’
“Bobby,” big sister would smile, “be a darling and
get my red bag from on top of the dresser in my room
and bring it here to me.”
“Ark, ark, ark,” the dog would bark, as if to say,
“Bobby, don’t you touch my bone!”
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“ T never can do what I want,” cried Bobby. “They
are always telling me what to do.”
And then, Bobby had an idea. He ought to have a
turn telling some one what to do.
“For my birthday, let me have a turn to tell some one
what to do,” he begged. “ For a present, please, I want a
turn.”
Father laughed and said, “No, sirree.”
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Big brother scowled and said, “ You can’t tell me! ”
Big sister sniffed, “Nor me, you little dear!”
“ Grrff, grrff, grrff,” snorted the dog, as if to say, “don’t
expect me to mind you! ”
But mother looked right into Bobby’s eyes.. She smiled
and said, “All right, Bobby. I will be the one. For a
whole day I will do just anything you say.”
“Oh, mummy!” whispered Bobby.
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So out of the house they went, Bobby in front and
mother following after. Bobby climbed on to his velocipede.
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He pedaled and pedaled, around and around. Up a
street, down a street, with mother following after.
Around the block and back.
“Now,” said Bobby, “that’s enough.”
So he made his velocipede STOP. And he climbed off.
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T ook there!” cried Bobby, for there was a red street
car jangling toward them.
“I am going to ride on the street car,” said Bobby.
So on he climbed, with mother following after. i
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Then at last he said, “Now, that’s enough.”
So the street car STOPPED. And Bobby climbed off.
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“T ook! There!” cried Bobby, for there was a big yellow
bus rolling toward them.
“ I am going to ride on that bus,” said Bobby.
So on he climbed, with mother following after.
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Swish-sh, the bus started.
Up a street. Down a street. Up a street.
“Now,” said Bobby, “that’s enough.”
Swish-sh, the bus STOPPED. And Bobby climbed off.
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Took! There! ’ ’ cried Bobby, for there was an orange
taxi coming right toward them.
“ I am going to ride in that taxi,” said Bobby.
So in he climbed, with mother following after.
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“ Jrrr,” went the starter.
“ Tka-tka-tka, ” went the motor.
Down a street. Up a street. Down a street.
"Now,” said Bobby, “that’s enough.”
So the taxi STOPPED. And Bobby climbed out.
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% A look! Over there!” cried Bobby.
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was a fire station. Inside, a
big red fire engine was snort¬ ing and puffing as if it were just ready to go.
“ A fire engine! ” shouted Bobby. “ I am going to ride
on that!” “But, Bobby, . . .” mother said.
Bobby did not hear her. He was asking a fireman if
he might have a ride.
The fireman grinned. Bobby climbed up.
He waved his hand at his mother. “You wait here,”
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he called.
“ Zu-weeeeeeee,” howled the siren. 1' Wuzzhh," roared the engine.
And clingedy-clang, the fire engine thundered down the
street.
“No fire to-day,” the fireman shouted. “Just a little
exercise.”
Up a street. Down a street. And back to the fire
house. “Well,” said Bobby, “I — guess — that is enough.”
So the fire engine STOPPED. And Bobby climbed
down.
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T>obby looked around. He looked this way. He looked
that way. “There! See there!” Bobby cried, for there a great
brown truck was standing at the curb. “ 0 mister, may I ride on your truck? ” Bobby asked
the driver. “ Sure,” answered the driver. So Bobby climbed up on to the seat.
“You come on, too, mummy,” he begged. “No, no . . .” she said. But then she remembered.
It was Bobby’s turn to-day to tell what to do. So she
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climbed up, too. Rumble and roll. Rumble and roll. Rumble and
rumble, the truck clattered down the street. For miles and miles. “ What is that ahead? ” asked Bobby. “It is the ocean. And boats. And here we are at the
dock.” With that the truck STOPPED. And Bobby climbed
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smokestacks.
“Two smokestacks!” cried Bobby.
The engines inside the boat were humming, throb-a-
dob-ba, throb-a-dob-ba, throb-a-dob-ba, as if the boat were
just ready to leave.
“ Are you going? ” Bobby asked a man in a white cap.
“ We are only going a short way,” the man answered.
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“ We are pulling over to another dock.”
“ Then mayn’t I go along? ” asked Bobby.
“Of course you may,” laughed the man.
So Bobby crossed the gangplank on to the boat, with
mother following after.
The boat slid away from the dock.
Slowly it slipped through the water.
Softly it sidled up against another dock.
“Not enough!” cried Bobby.
But the boat STOPPED. And Bobby walked off.
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“T ook!” said Bobby. “ There is a little motor boat. I
must ride in it.”
So Bobby climbed in. And mother climbed in.
And the man who ran the motor boat started it
going.
Ssssss-put-ter, put-ta-put-ta-put, and a shower of white
bubbles streamed out behind.
On bounced the motor boat, slapping its nose, plap-
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plap, against the ocean’s waves.
On bounced the motor boat out
toward the place where the sky and
the sea came together.
Around turned the motor boat. Put-ta-put-ta-put,
plap-plap, back to shore.
Bobby said, “That was just enough.”
The motor boat STOPPED. And Bobby climbed out.
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Tiight in front of them lay an airport.
“Look! There!” cried Bobby, for there on the field •
lay an airplane as blue as blue butterflies’ wings.
“I am going to ride in that airplane, I am,” sang
Bobby, “ if the pilot will give me a ride.”
The pilot said that he would.
So Bobby climbed in. “ Whwherrr,” whirled the propeller.
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“ Azzz-ooo-mmm,” sang the motor.
Up, up, and up.
Higher than the ships’ smokestacks. Higher than
flagpoles. Higher than tall buildings. Higher than the
white sea gulls. Higher than the cottony clouds.
Then down — down — and — down —
“Well,” said Bobby, “that will have to be enough.”
So the airplane STOPPED. And Bobby jumped out.
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“sphere! Look there,” laughed Bobby.
There a silver gray blimp lay swaying in the middle
of the field.
“How I would like to ride in that!”
A man laughed. “ Come on, young fellow,” he said.
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“We are just going up.”
So Bobby climbed in.
Slowly the blimp rose up into the sky. Slowly it swam
in the air like a silver gray fish. Slowly it sank down.
“ Enough,” sighed Bobby.
And the blimp STOPPED. And Bobby was lifted out.
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“T ook! Right there! Right over there!” cried Bobby.
^ There not far from the airport was a station, and
puffing and puffing in the station, a train stood waiting.
“ Hurry, mum,” cried Bobby. “ We must catch that
train.”
So on to the train climbed Bobby, with mother follow¬
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Toot-toot, — ding-dong, ding-dong, chooooo, — a-
chuh, a-chuh, a-chuh, a-chuh, the train started off.
On and on, and on and on.
Then it slowed down.
“Just enough,” said Bobby.
And the train STOPPED. And Bobby climbed of.
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“ T ook! There!” called Bobby, for there was a great
steam roller, snorting and puffing and spouting out
smoke. “I have to ride on that!”
The steam roller man said, “All right.”
“ Come on up, mummy, please. You come, too,” said
Bobby.
Mother looked at her pink dress. She was going to say,
“No!” Only then she remembered. It was Bobby’s turn V.tSJ*-
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to tell what to do.
“My, my!” she clucked, “ do I have to?”
“ Well,” Bobby said, “ I guess you can wait here for me.”
Mother was pleased.
And Bobby climbed up into the cab of the steam roller.
“ Chug-ga chug, chug-ga chug, chug-ga chug,” it snorted..
Up the street. Down the street.
“Now,” said Bobby, “that’s enough.”
So the steam roller STOPPED. And Bobby climbed
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T)obby and mother stood on the corner.
“Look! There!” Only this time it was mother who was calling out, “Look! There!”
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There in a shiny tan automobile was Bobby’s father,
and Bobby’s big brother, and Bobby’s big sister, and the
snub-nosed dog.
“We will ride home with them,”
So they did.
said Bobby
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