{"product_id":"2940012844750","title":"TRIPPING WITH THE TUCKER TWINS","description":"CHAPTER                               PAGE\u003cbr\u003e              I. ASSETS AND LIABILITIES            5\u003cbr\u003e             II. EARNING A LIVING                 24\u003cbr\u003e            III. A TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT            38\u003cbr\u003e             IV. WHAT ZEBEDEE SAID                48\u003cbr\u003e              V. A TRIP TO CHARLESTON             64\u003cbr\u003e             VI. THROUGH THE GRILLE               82\u003cbr\u003e            VII. THE ABANDONED HOTEL              98\u003cbr\u003e           VIII. TUCKER TACT                     111\u003cbr\u003e             IX. CHURCHYARDS                     124\u003cbr\u003e              X. THE HEAVENLY VISION             143\u003cbr\u003e             XI. THE GUITAR                      161\u003cbr\u003e            XII. MORAL COURAGE                   172\u003cbr\u003e           XIII. ENGAGING BOARD                  189\u003cbr\u003e            XIV. THE CLERK OF THE COUNCIL        206\u003cbr\u003e             XV. WHO WON THE BET?                215\u003cbr\u003e            XVI. LETTERS                         231\u003cbr\u003e           XVII. MISS ARABELLA                   244\u003cbr\u003e          XVIII. A CHANCE FOR LOUIS              261\u003cbr\u003e            XIX. A RED, RED ROSE                 280\u003cbr\u003e             XX. MORE LETTERS                    287\u003cbr\u003e            XXI. THE SUMMING UP                  300\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTripping with the Tucker Twins\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eASSETS AND LIABILITIES\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter our boarding-school burned on that memorable night in March, it\u003cbr\u003eseemed foolish to start to school again so late in the season; at least\u003cbr\u003eit seemed so to the Tucker twins and me. Their father and mine were\u003cbr\u003erather inclined to think we had better enter some institute of learning\u003cbr\u003ein Richmond or take extra classes, do something besides loaf; but we\u003cbr\u003eearnestly pleaded to be let off for the rest of the year, and they\u003cbr\u003esuccumbed to our entreaties.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy ankle gave me a good deal of trouble. You remember, no doubt, how I\u003cbr\u003esprained it getting out of the second-story window when the false alarm\u003cbr\u003eof fire rang, the afternoon before the real _bona fide_ fire. Dee's\u003cbr\u003efirst aid to the injured was all very well for the time being, but when\u003cbr\u003ewe arrived in Richmond a surgeon had to be called to attend to it, and\u003cbr\u003ethe ankle was put in plaster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A sprain can be much more serious than a break,\" the surgeon said\u003cbr\u003esolemnly as he looked at the much swollen foot and ankle. \"I shall have\u003cbr\u003eto take an X-ray of this to be sure no bones are broken, and then, young\u003cbr\u003elady, you will have to be quiet for some days, how many I can't yet\u003cbr\u003etell.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNever having been disabled in my life, I had no idea how irksome it\u003cbr\u003ecould become. On no account to put your foot to the ground and to feel\u003cbr\u003eperfectly well is about as hard a job as could be given me, an active\u003cbr\u003ecountry girl. Father came up from Milton and heartily agreed with the\u003cbr\u003esurgeon in charge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I have set a carload of broken legs in my time and bandaged a wagonful\u003cbr\u003eof ankles, and I am sure I have had less trouble from the legs than the\u003cbr\u003eankles. It is because, as a rule, a sprain is not treated seriously\u003cbr\u003eenough. Now, honey, you have got to sit still and take it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sat still all right, although it nearly killed me to do it. Not even\u003cbr\u003ecrutches were allowed for a week for fear I might be tempted to bear my\u003cbr\u003eweight on the offending member.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Tuckers, father and twins, were goodness itself to me. I was afraid\u003cbr\u003eto express a wish, because no matter how preposterous it was they would\u003cbr\u003eimmediately rush off and try to get whatever silly thing I had in a\u003cbr\u003ecareless moment expressed a desire for. For instance, one day Dum came\u003cbr\u003ein enthusiastic over a new drugstore drink she had discovered:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Vanilla ice cream with fresh pineapple mixed up with it, orange syrup\u003cbr\u003eand lots of bubbly soda! The best mess you ever sucked through a straw!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ummm-ummm! Sounds good to me! When I can trust this old limb of Satan I\u003cbr\u003eam going to make straight for that drugstore and drink three of them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Tucker had just arrived from the newspaper office where he labored\u003cbr\u003emany hours a day. He must have been tired sometimes, but he never looked\u003cbr\u003eit and never complained of work. Eternal youth seemed to belong to him,\u003cbr\u003eand undying energy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good? I think it sounds awful!\" he exclaimed. \"You girls must astonish\u003cbr\u003eyour poor little insides with the impossible mixtures you put in 'em.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I think it sounds fine, and I am surely going to have three of them\u003cbr\u003ejust as soon as I can toddle.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Tucker laughed and left the room, and I wearily resumed a not very\u003cbr\u003einteresting book I was reading while Dum followed her father. 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