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Show 65 because one of the servants might hear him. There was no need to, anyway, because nothing on the estate interested Hunnie except the fishpond. Karl squirmed backward through the hedge and climbed Center Street, calling Hunnie loudly. All the way up Pine Alley he shouted Hunnie's name, listening for an answer but hearing none. "Din't you find him yet?" Francis X asked when Karl passed the Culleys'. "No. I don't know where he's gone." "I'll come help you look," Francis X said. "After we find Hunnie, do you want to play ball?" "Huh-uh, not today," Karl answered. "Is your foot still sore?" No, Karl's foot was no longer sore. He was able to wear shoes, so he'd have to go to school when it started, unfortunately, and he'd soon have to admit to his mother that he could start walking Kathleen home from the nickelodeon. Jame would be disappointed, but Karl would be relieved when the whole deception was over. "My foot's better now, but I don't want to play ball," Karl told Francis X. "I betcha if that Hunky wanted you to play with him, you would," Francis X said accusingly. "Francis X, you're just itching for a good punch in the snoot. If you don't stop calling Andy a Hunky, I'll bash your nose so flat you'll have to breathe through your ears," Karl threatened. "Well gee whiz!" Francis X cried. "Andy calls his own self a Hunky. I heard him sayin' it that night younz two were talking in his yard." |