CHAPTER XI
A DAY TO REMEMBER
"Great Cicero, is it possible we have shot the cook's pocketbook to pieces!" murmured Dick, who had come up in time to hear the conversation."
"Shoot it! Did you shoot at my pocketbook?" demanded Sarah.
"We didn't shoot at it, Sarah," answered Sam. "I stuffed that paper in the cannon for wadding."
"What, with my pocketbook in it!" screamed the cook. "Oh, dear! Was ever there such boys!"
"I didn't know there was anything in the paper. It looked all crumpled up."
"It was the best paper I could find and I thought it would do," groaned Sarah. "Oh, dear, what am I to do? Where is the pocketbook now?"
"Blown to kingdom come, I reckon," murmured the youngest Rover. "But never mind, I'll buy you a new one."
"The pocketbook couldn't have been a very
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